Purify the imagination that holds the bears in place of angels
Confusion progressed to speak in tongues
As the vertebrae speaks in thoughts
Purity defined in all the nature of all the rainbows
Words play on, is a magical game of the Kings and Queens
Beat is the drum of the heat
So something speaks in the dark
But light beats out all that spark
Truly a beauty accustomed in thy nature
Glittering moments of something to savior
Who’s the blaming child who prays on the weak?
As the ones who speak, don’t give a shit?
For something as sacred as a piece of unity
But truth is beautiful, as something congruently separable in formality
Of bestiality the sickness hides underneath the eyelids
So beam yourself up into the light
So no one can touch your heart or your mind
Leon Basin

