Cradling this pen

Shadows of innocence consummate fear itself

Memories past… Stories ‘in due course’ unfolded

As we slip across unchallenged questions

Trip over cloaked truths and realities



Eyes shine amidst hours of despair

Screams of quiver through a dove like voice

Demonic hungers for what we hold near

Day withdraws within nights disguise



Suffocating, provoking furnace the rage

Past released only invites foolishness

Open doors of timeless perception

Smoldering sounds erupt deep breath



Cradling this pen crucifixion I write

Hatred, hurt, degradation upon me

Sorrow of waves I must stand and fight

Beacon of light please release me



Zepplin Prey aka Legacy -

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