& to this... (What happens when you FUCK  Paradox)

 
This is suppose to be the easy part/ the end of the start/

Suppose you see all through MY eyes that I need to protect you from, then you will know & not suppose, why I hold you so close/

There is no comparison to the amount of fault we will bear so that you will be your best & always better than most/

Looking into the ways of life that you reveal & from this TEMPLE,I have the curse & cure to heal all that fall into a realm like spell. This aspect is righteous & draining. The pivotal aspect maintaining anything to have to do with you & it does, since I have taken that oath/

No shame in the feelings of forever/

When breathing beauty is everlasting, then we are together/

The made movement for the moment is taken & allow us to make you the time that we do there. Powerful & nonstop, ending only in never/

But then, pretend is your friend & we cannot not see, all of a suddenly/

Sounds of excuses in agony are promised to speak, but the wanton lust under your so called innocent tongue , is not so meek. Then here comes the fold. As if you are cleansed of your SINSEXUALIES, completely/

There is a "for real" that hasn't had a time to be born, yet to heal/

Abort it & supported & expected to stand along with all of the mislead, taken steps on command. Looking into you for the blame, all we can spell is our name & the longing for some meaning to kill/

Make the sound of passion, in the roar of the honest promise with the intention so sweet sounding, it makes this TEMPLE very distant: Very ill/

Thank you for nothing & all of the holdings of it's embrace. Misleading & to this...