By inception towards the end, Same skies same eyes same little lives. Loud and clear some words to hear, Yearned at large by heart so smart. Awful sacred secrets of past deeds, Awesome some senses to strive for the streak.…
If tonight stars do bow and moon shines slow, Then my past shall beg some words of this show. The rimes of time that owe the old regimes, Yet those speak the prime of crimes. In words that never pored,…