Apathy as to Desire.

Whilst ablaze, my fury will linger futilely here in dogmatic roman. I beg you to burn! With a mind in hand as to the world in other, Like life to the brain as the composition heralds perception: This irony has the heart of me like a sunset, a dawn breaking. I do not wish to show you the slide of moon nor sweep of sun, It has come and gone. Heralding to the Children Desire now dances the stage of craving lust with endless satisfaction. Apathy the organ to beatless song of sainthood's sinless music. Priest burn and tell me of my selfless desire, Burn so that when you take flight upon that one day's cloud, I may again see the morning star as the irony becomes black and white,again...

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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