Faith
The broken egg shows alas its golden heart
And crumbled shell too thin for glory
But perfect still for passion's pencilled art
The magician tells you the dream's story
Young boys twisted by the aroma of desire
And fledgling girls flapping dreams for joy
This, whole dusty worlds rake and inspire
Making out of liquid lust flesh in flesh's alloy
I was born for more that death or vacant dream
Of love, something in the hope of lovers' heart
Yet lost in the illusion of our gospelled theme
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