Harangue against lust

How simple the notes that you sing Tears erupting warm and fierce, For the heart it is you deign to break Pulsing dream you gladly pierce. Harmonies rising with each stab Backdrop whispers sinister, Pastels turns brass, to freezing cold, Lies that echo inside the minster. Let said hymns fall silently On ears of justice and of truth, Grant no one reign over souls Trying to mend the folly of youth.

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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