Madness and debacle
look at these boys chuckle
not a single smile has lies
but nor a truth exist
dancing in their wicked love
haunting with their blessed curse
every judging glance you give
woven into my lyrical verse
I had a hope a question
without answer blown in leaves
the monastery of my black masses
is a church of much disease
but here I give an answer
not purely true but it shall hold
we swim free as the fish
each of us a unique mold
look at these boys chuckle
not a single smile has lies
but nor a truth exist
dancing in their wicked love
haunting with their blessed curse
every judging glance you give
woven into my lyrical verse
I had a hope a question
without answer blown in leaves
the monastery of my black masses
is a church of much disease
but here I give an answer
not purely true but it shall hold
we swim free as the fish
each of us a unique mold
Together we sing,
when
acceptance leads us home.
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