Pawn Hear Anon

Beast within spurn delights
Bought by alms in velvet tinge
Return to Assisi
With garments burnt that gently bleed

Thrown from the cliffs
My bones are ready
Carnations born
From tears of the heavenly

Pawn hear anon
Shed the veils of your judgement
Fret not for love
Look to eyes of a child

Earth unfolds, Lilies grow

Tyrianvein

Garbs embroidered grey and opal seethes
Javelin marks the release of the guillotine
What of ancient fields or evergreen?
Does he not yearn for a golden evening?

Arrogance is blood of a purple sheen
Alive, it consumes vermilion through prince from king
Persimmon skin cleansed by amethyst sea
Is there still hope to shed such vanity?

Tyrianvein

The mauve, it flourishes
To mouths, it nourishes
Humble, Blind, Clear, Vain
Judgement fair and same

Obsidian crown, Tungsten ring
Pardon me my indulgences
Have mercy, I cannot let go