Without you
I am just a stranger...

Upon the perspective of the oppressive past,
the fragments of bygone prospects...

I have seen THE horror
of where the truth...

My brother is a gullible sinner
and I am Jesus...

Only kids feel the suffocation,
adults are already suffocated...

The tragedy of a man in the abyss of: “to be...
Where the bridge of “to be” connecting two...

God is quiescent.
To sound there must be two things...

I did a bad thing
I thought I covered it right...

They just see perspective
for their attention is conditioned...

The bride moon waltzes
with shadow nocturne groom of...

Worship Him in the temple of beauty
in all places...

This scrap of dirt,
this portion of earth...