Warped Realities
O little children, up there in Angel land somewhere still; remain!?
Lost amid the stars and chasing Unicorns that somehow continue to
Disappear, just when your beauties draw near to be left with but again
A bottle of tears and how long; this swarm of bumblebee's to chase
Your precious Spirits across the sky as you jump from cloud to cloud....
With garments falling down in silence left naked and wondering aloud
How long, these warped realities should they stay???
The inconoclast vipers crowns of self sullied slivers; embolisms
Emitting from the reflections amid this mangled looking glass in
Images from within the darkened spheres which are formed....
Failing to arrive beyound the planes of self to find their own sashsayed
Cornered webs of indignity; gropings in shadows bound unto what
They truly do not know while as the fightings carry on inside this
Their abode; these sodden skirmishes which never seem to cease
Towards an end yet rather fueled by the sorrows that remain; still?!
Majestics gift of light in lives so once bestowed; immaculates throne....
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....“Beyound, Yesteryears Warped Realities” ~
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