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Riddled Toxins (cryptogram)


Sunlight- the sun will rise- so bright, upon that which I should not be compelled to call home Whisper’d is thy name, upon the shallow snows of a mid January’s eve Cradle mine heart, should you not- but Lo! But do! Oh, how you do Hold on firmly to thine own words, do I- only might to be spoken someplace unheard Love’d, weep no more- no more! I am blind past your tears Haps if mourning weren’t so easily practiced as happiness in days, our inequity would not be such as is termed Perhaps apples- so sweet under red hide, yet meaningless exceeding- define gravity Love hath yielded all integrity, yet we, in spite of everything, are aware it can easily be instituted O, thou hath fragile wing’d spine- Lo! No downy feathers be secured to thy skin Babe of Gabriel, there is no need to fear hostility for your veins are satiated with my blood Born of Gabriel’s amiable horn, was one- a voice so gripping-, was a successor- muted Let veins be ill-twined- anon we meet upon a frozen winter dark- and we inconsiderately love Will God be blind!- Forbid!- let God be empathetic, for Astaroth hath shown no leniency upon our being, no heed upon our birth Lo- I fancy you.
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