The words still remembering the days,
like the peculiar feeling from the craze,
the truth aches when your expectation dies,
the snow melts those heeds decays to lies.

They'd cast you in the vacuous novel,
And the time unlatching the sinister.
The levy of the secrecy has to grovel,
but the time wrecks in the wan water.

The silence is paltry on the obscure,
but it's worth inside the wall of sinister,
however, their fault never stretch out,
And but our voice can latch its mouth.

The Fallen crave, The fallen grave,
an uncanny wound be raging ever,
The fallen sanity, and The fallen fantasy,
but this will not outlast forever,
believe me.

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"A sinister nowadays rising inconstant
by the time but the time isn't constant"

© Kevin Anthony

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