He is not mad His thought is clearer than The saner man For in her he saw Beauty overflowing Through the tattered clothes She was his queen She is
He was patient Slow descent, chills the bones His wait maybe long Still he carries on Always reaching for her Always breathing for her Lifting his hand
Now our blood Travels though the Veins of our Histroy It bursts forth them Boiling black Coulds from the wrists of kings The shadow Lengthens as Time
: Until your voice is heard And still the arm Shaken, shaken Your voice Still real And so you say Unto all I am ____ ________ ________ Bring them
: Your reign is ever growing Spreading like a moss across rock, under sky, over roots and the thorns your reach is ever growing, spreading like a moss
: Now our blood Travels though the veins of our history It bursts forth them Boiling black clouds from the wrists of kings The shadow Lengthens as
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me Gathered scribes over Jaggad shards, under foot To slash to the sound How many sit on woe or peril? How many walk on their own? Into the truth Let
: I fell asleep in a world dressed in grey Only to awake in a garden divine There was song and dance and untarnished flesh A feast for the body and eyes
: He is not mad His thought is clearer than The saner man For in her he saw Beauty overflowing Through the tattered clothes She was his queen She is
: He was patient Slow descent, chills the bones His wait maybe long Still he carries on Always reaching for her Always breathing for her Lifting his
