Love, Live, Profession

Evil and violet near the ground
We expel luminous minerals within the water
Be transparent. The day will go
Dark and rabid beneath the spirits
We stroke dry tomb stones within the mist
God! The Sun shall flee
We are desirous among the sky
You shove quaking icons over the fog
Ahhh! The fun will go
unafraid altered 
never meeting 
the next life waiting 
For whose sake 
the lover 
forget to go home 
and find road-sign so why call it work?