As the false comes
Standing their ground where hidden soon lies
Where a false sun soon rises.
The Dawn has never looked so sweet
But when the tune,
How like the false moon has come to clutch
Thereover do mighty titans fall lost.
A sacred song that finds me whole,
Still I stand untrue to grace
Bewildered but truth to taste.
As Bittersweet meadows spread lost scents
How soon do we smell it,
The forms remain ever looking my shade.
Standing still is all we may do
When faced with thy truth.
Face fall as nails and soon plant with the plank
Which persistantly loses all hands in grace.
But all remain equal, compare to thy face
For when that moment comes we are not laced.
As the end comes, we stand in true face.
