Contracted Faith

Shed light on thy beauty
The gates of hell
Burns in internal flames
Mockery Jealousy and Extortion
A beauty desire

Shed dripping lies on thy beauty
For truth told wins no sympathy
Burdens of hops rest on thy tongue
Demons, Saturn are but differed
Secret only known to a MARGICIAN

Truth or Lies
Angels or Demons
Good or Bad
There is no correspondence in hope
Demons turned angels by black spells
Saturn a medium

Hops of salvation crashes when the brain is a tool
Train to think for its self
The dripping flowers sweats blood
At the large galvanized gates of heavens
And black is not bad but only a father of all creations…

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