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~~~ God Of Second Chances ~~~
V1/ When all, that is beauty, delights in life,
From a cradled baby, to a dutiful wife, and
Seraphim Kings, with Angel wings,
Hold lilies of white, define the light,
To frame the now, by permanent vow, then
Golden boughs brush lofty brow.
Mort graves yawn wide, victorious fraternity,
Defeat, in jaws of clenched eternity;
Unlocked keyholes, which welcome thee,
Thy tumblers fall, via skeleton key.
V2/ Though troubled world of sweet disguise,
Unfurls, behind her needy eyes,
In tunnels of time, lead caverns divine,
Yields doting flower, with secret signs, that
Never fade, in everglades,
As silken lies mask frenzied sighs, like
Angled storms which drown the air, as
Crying skies match her despair, of
Sleepless nights, and tired ligaments,
Playing mother, to her own mundane predicaments.
V3/ Blushes, tears; tempestuous fears,
Too much, for her, his manly sears.
In fleeting scenes, of blurred-out dreams,
Of life, in multi-coloured schemes.
Her heart, so black, and page, so white,
Could ink typeset her soul alight?
When drum bleeds red, the page fills blue,
With hopes that quickly rode askew.
V4/ Heart-breaks, mistakes, failed wedding re-takes;
Unwanted wives, who’ve ruled nine lives.
Sad rhythmic box taps out its beat,
Poor lonely, shifts, upon her seat, of
Emptiness, abysmal squalor,
Sharp growing pains, in which she wallows.
V5/ Crushed diet of crumbs, for aching hearts,
Soak aqua drops, whilst lovers part.
Starvation, of her soul, imposing, with
Silence, as the weapon chosen.
Can’t grasp the past, and hold not, nought,
Never greater, than even your highest thought,
So wake up now, not then, or later,
To live, my loved tergiversator.