Words of Gods
Imagine a cradle of broken tweeds
Relentless stays the moaning
Inside the offered and authentic breach
Behold the singing of serpents
As they will persist to enhance and betray
The once common erected emotions
To their well deserved play
Beware of the fractured possessions
Sculptured from forbidden pasts
They’ll break the bones among suspicion
And destroy the solemnly fast
Hear the words of Gods
Bathing down from the sky
They’ll soak the ground around
To hide again the lost and found
