The Plot - (Pickets)
A gray mist hits..
Sublimity...
Shifts from Host to Ghost and back around.
A shallow pit, fall dipped in depth.
Gripped in...
Death divides Divinity.
Paradise.. To a shattered Solace.
Words are thoughts;
Winged....
Whether a bird, or ring if ever heard;
The Knock..
Sing.... In effort to urge, The Flock.
Scream if e'er occurred
The PLOT ;
Leave Blister and Burn it's
A Gift and a Curse
Don't skip church only to
wish once more to Kiss the Earth, but
BeFit and Sure not to
Miss your pick 'cause
The Picket Twists and Turns.....
ALOT.
Sublimity...
Shifts from Host to Ghost and back around.
A shallow pit, fall dipped in depth.
Gripped in...
Death divides Divinity.
Paradise.. To a shattered Solace.
Words are thoughts;
Winged....
Whether a bird, or ring if ever heard;
The Knock..
Sing.... In effort to urge, The Flock.
Scream if e'er occurred
The PLOT ;
Leave Blister and Burn it's
A Gift and a Curse
Don't skip church only to
wish once more to Kiss the Earth, but
BeFit and Sure not to
Miss your pick 'cause
The Picket Twists and Turns.....
ALOT.