Floating Thymes

The sun reflected, the honey was tears

hiding behind planets, all the sweet fears.

Ashes of redemption fall like leaves

the end of the trailer, stolen by theives

Pain cannot be taken away between two

Love is rarely given by few.

Throats to be cleared, heaven speaks

Silence escapes to hells sheets

Foregone is virtue and it's always released

backwards and sin it summons a beast.

Hold on to your holy rope, and sail until you can see no more

neverending waters, fight until they've had their fill.

 

 

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