A lit light, two hands, I fight, two eyes shut tight? Or alone, what room, hid tone? Beats of passages, flown throne, a tailor, the creep, time weep, and hidden times loft, how one tone, ecstasy, God, a hard bargain, weak, eternity, I, too weak, tailored know, others toe, but attempt to grow? Do servants, the bend, in track — do you want me with you, a silent lack? Or an angel truth to never show, a whisper, the throne hid light ears a frown to know?
A bend back shuffle, do you not know me fine? How one God denial would be bleak, to alter, stations too weak, and aperatures throne blind stem, God is nothing, but when death is eternity, the soul offscale tend lack? And nothing permissions all death throne fine, and I protection, the throne always, never others, but death all the rejection, soon?
I offer, alternatives, not others with tempting morsels, sniffs, tailors to the eye. A lit circumference, of tailors wings, and attempts to try. Yet be careful, the room, hid heart, to try night blind. Just one focus, in attempt an angle kite signed, and a weak taste, or attempt thrice hid find?
Persistance, in hurt, the grain attempt divine. Reach for an angel not by name, or help sane, but hurt, flown silence, and outreach cane, and never a mission to a beatings flap brave, embrace death, and then the cane, stripped never, till tolerance weave let, death all, even family, to the sniff, an exit theft lept?
And nothing left, in isolation cane, just one angel, and death, how tolerant all to fame, and knowing nothing of life, all embraces, the same, other angels lept sane, and tolerance weave, is it a breath hurt never helping hands, their gifts and angels blinding feathers walls foe?
Or revenge lept tailored kept? How one sailor name, to till, all dead, and feathers flapping, dead carcasses, and souls butchered, to hell, a flight one hell, the bill?
A flight passage foe, you know my name, then till the bow, the obscene letter collect, the soul rent, to passage tilled sent, and never a dull moment, to kill the soul, and all I, the bill savoured know.
Till the moon reaps rewards, then death, how shaky, the eyes sliver, to weaken the will cement show?
Flicker fine, do not run scared. Aim high, but not a name tilted know, just reach in silence to a voice, and then till the waves, in anger seamed drift, and flight detect, is it one angel birth to shame?
Or knowing nothing of name, how I tilt the hurt, to a grain?