The Shrine Without Love
Words shall been spoken for the greatest lords;
Without no meanings for the truth of those.
Who scares the pain of the forgiven love;
The shrine of living with roses and luck.
Roses and proses can give us prop;
Things that exchanged our styles for long.
Populates hearts of words in lonely sorts;
The world is shifting the instincts of those.
Fighting the war for rising peace and love;
Without no reason we kill them all.
Those who swear for the name of god;
Are the first one who fooled our luck.
Just a vagabond in a state of support;
A desired aspiration for being more.
A perception without no lust to reprove;
Cant no longer be so absurd to be truth.
By: Edison J. Torres Soto
Without no meanings for the truth of those.
Who scares the pain of the forgiven love;
The shrine of living with roses and luck.
Roses and proses can give us prop;
Things that exchanged our styles for long.
Populates hearts of words in lonely sorts;
The world is shifting the instincts of those.
Fighting the war for rising peace and love;
Without no reason we kill them all.
Those who swear for the name of god;
Are the first one who fooled our luck.
Just a vagabond in a state of support;
A desired aspiration for being more.
A perception without no lust to reprove;
Cant no longer be so absurd to be truth.
By: Edison J. Torres Soto
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