The Seasons call the treasons at the light of the flaming match
Now Indian feathers weather which of Satans dreams to catch
…My spirit glows as my trust grows but I can’t wish to oppose
…The river sends shivers returned from out the tip of its flow
I’m asking how is the devotion of emotions completely devoid
While heartstrings that are things closer to more power avoid
Explosions and erosions of potions vessel blood powers within
Feel like melted ice cream I scream as I’m devoured by evil sin
Asked God to reserve twelve curved parking lot spots in heaven
But Minus 1 spot for my heart apart from the rest leaves eleven
The ten angels born again make up trends for all the lost ones
Suicides bloody wrists twists and fists that reveal missed sons
My spot is saved depraved of love above all things and fiends
While the blood gleams in the dreams of the holy angels wings
Veins of pain filled with shame drain me and leave heartache
Horror scenes replay in a dream, sixteen gleams and I awake
..it was all a dream that had been caught by my dream catcher..
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