Wears it like a Meter
The heart is deceitful
Dragons painted as myth
Idols cast in stone
Mortals with their painted lips
Sail off in transient ships
For the fountain of youth
A relentless track
Creation groans, subjected-
Vitality slips through the cracks
Zealously
Simulation strikes a blow
Angels have been summoned
The promise impaired
Momentarily diverted
Oh death,
We'll be spared
With swords drawn
Desiring goodness within this flesh
March, thoughtless
Against the best
Faith's lamb
Dismantles every sort of sham
Mortals in costume
With painted lips
Sailing off
In transient ships
Doves in route
Awaken vessels
From their slumber
Light tumbles through celestial portals
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