Let beat of thine steady heart
Be sound through ears that consume thoust love.
Trust not of those with which forbode thy expression
For what is Life w'th-out thine Love?
Thy Life of mine is desired by thoust soul
And thy soul is grasping for thine Life.
Let not the demons consume oneself
Let one's love from another be expressed in truth.
Through thine hollow eyes
Seek truth, and not more.
T'is thy tears full of not lies
That drop from one's eyes.
That thoust seek?
Thy shall obtain thine tears
And claim as thy possesion.
Truth t'is now, and forever more
In thine grasp.
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