Dead Poettree

I saw a light once glowing within your soul which fed my fire with the oxygen it'd been missing to feed it's flame. Heavy the winds blew feeding it's desire to be and live free as never before wanting only to soar higher and higher. Bringing with it deaths crippling attire. Dressed in gowns of black, blue and clear penetrative allies hold dear. Another life another time loves manipulated design. Bringing forth the anguish of demise. Penetrating the weak minded and fortifying miseries true nature. Embellished by human nature. A soul relinquished of its demise no longer tortured by the lies. Released of sin able to walk again by loves true purpose, forgiveness without need for redemption