Hollow Plight.

A legislature come handy.

The envious shame and guilt.

What thrives on spartanian shores.

Wild and pale mountains.

Favours in communion with Christ.

I dream of destiny.

Whom calls.

The dogmatic survey of no purpose.

In a life of slander.

The wicked knows.

What shores to these feet.

Invictionate.

Of these horizons blue.

Is foretold what I see.

In you.

The wild tennant eyes.

The untouched beauty.

Cascading priorities to assume.

Of nature what is good.

To mitigate lights.

Invites.

Ivies.

Once in a longshot.

The dire straight hand look.

As into flames.

Steep and shallow mounds.

The picture I am in.

Two delirious souls.

Tosser me; you shut up.

The scarce inevitable invites are beyond your command.

A slave song.

The dream is gone.

We woke up to steal the moon.

And what little known of destiny.

The dormant typist sways.

A conjured seraph prays.

For nothingness.

The freaky chocolate of shrinks.

In their words.

I see no purpose.

Only to know verity.

The dire relent.

Is of few.

What friends dared to do.

The limits sky.

Sharing.

What occured evident.

The vital pull.

On strains of shadow's mire.

A frenetic disdained allure.

I'd be with you.