Departed trail & Bitter trials.

Eng.50 2021

In perspective to the world’s children who’ve gone in departure;

and yet to touch lambs blood nor claim to be truly, truly, delivered.

They are set in a sweat of chilled comfort trees with hands deleaved;

in an artificial wrapped warmth that is a condemning dark earthly hold.

I didn’t create an existence that is so far from me by its own selfish desire

and live without my uplifting love; but live in promises that lay out by demons’.

By their own feelings they seek sleight winter fringes given by those devil decadence,

while this is done, everlasting springs are exchanged for old relic deters of golden calves.

Painted colors of gray work is caught up in timber hallways that is a season all out deceive, 

Bundled numbers try to be unbroken against winter, whistling hurt sounding at the bony back . 

In undealy deadly droppings of detailed hate of branch denomination splitting trees disheveled,

in blue giant icicle lances in worse still atom woe with hellishly freezing cold disintegration,

in fires with white air, in suffering coats, in free choose fever actions that show a demonic disease, 

in the star void but full moon night, in hard passing wind snaring, in the wretch turn exuded contortions,

in tight skin shrinking to crack, in unsafe-ness of the head that is thinking regret of leaving my devotions, 

in this I call you back to: my warmth filled gaze, my loving arua of a smile, my halos radiant lipped kisses

which has a drinking touch that rushes into swirl, swell, and for you satiates body & soul divinely.

Out from the frosty forest. Come to me. Let me into love. Back to heaven we shall walk back to.