TuLong2Chu
Bluelighter
In the eve of amber moment
A moment of silence
Yet an eternity of unrest
One soul,
And one soul,
Intertwined in blissful decadence.
They live in the moment,
Yet forget what is to come.
The fire and desire,
To encumbersome to deter.
For lust has not to be lost.
The years, the moments,
Diminished in this moment
Of primal emotion
And eternal devotion,
For all is too bright and fair to be sin
But woe is them, for the fatal flaw
Of too young were they;
To partake in god's greatest gift,
For hollow's wake and wind's rustle,
God has not passed on this eve of creation...
And the babies name is Peter
A moment of silence
Yet an eternity of unrest
One soul,
And one soul,
Intertwined in blissful decadence.
They live in the moment,
Yet forget what is to come.
The fire and desire,
To encumbersome to deter.
For lust has not to be lost.
The years, the moments,
Diminished in this moment
Of primal emotion
And eternal devotion,
For all is too bright and fair to be sin
But woe is them, for the fatal flaw
Of too young were they;
To partake in god's greatest gift,
For hollow's wake and wind's rustle,
God has not passed on this eve of creation...
And the babies name is Peter
