a gesture to the mortal who santize my plan who burn their thoughts with ifs and nots to fear this perfect man pieces of your miracles that glimmer in glimpses so viscious they dangle like your dreams and your wishes created to hold on your convictions and grief its a life then its so on after that its relief stranded my sinners i have sculpted a place to languish in envy and sit in disgrace forget all my wonders that i keep out of reach its a life and a contract with a death you cant breach |