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
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