The Canvas of Redemption's Breath
Spin it; walking into burdens den amid the silence to seek this canvas of sin....
A tabletop of passions colours to splash upon its ever darkened moment
While as ripping the curtains down that loves light may reveal, heavens truth ~
Beyound these abstract veils concealing lifes illusive image; shadows I have sought
To slay aneath this bristled blade within breathless times, crimson frames!?
Bleeding minglings disguise in blood drawn lies, upon humanity and all that is beautiful....
Vibrant and lively is this tauntings reflection amid the blackened hues of its
Twisted muse; rising from the sea of pain to expose its day and paint its place
The fangs of irony ever deepening within its amissful veins; dripping, in red rose fates?!
Walking into burdens den beyound the silence to seek, redemption for the dead....
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....Splashing this wall in passions colours; loves, breath of light *
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