JJ-stache

To this day I felt alone in the quiet hills

and beyond the hallowed ruins

I sought for my afar distance.

With my heaven I pray

to the father, the forgiven survivor,

For a place with you in existence.

Now I sacrifice that hope,

to what we call a dream

as I follow my rose petals behind the quiet hills.

With the lingering thoughts

I remember you behind my steps

therefore, in the cold I was lost in chills.

The world in my future

and the sorrow in my past

beholds the truth in my sacred rose.

For she arose in infinity,

between the dark sanctuary,

she was lost in the hallow meadows.

Hills over hills conquers my stream

to where as I follow her blindly

as she guides me to my survivor.

She lingers with stills within me

Thus, softly she spoke in unknow tongue

with a breath left in our streaming river.

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In that heaven we found our rose,

the holly prose, to what conquers our hope

beyond the reason of breath.

Now I flee with my spirit

To the end of her hills

As she holds my awaiting death.

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