Resound False Faith for Adoration


Resound false faith for adoration,
And live in love precautions be;
To be the farthest from your eyes,
Then pierce the heart of times so passed,
With life; constant pain and end of days.
Hold to your chest the notions of a waining lover,
Far from past and concealed concept.
Let die, in rest, the tale of old,
And, therein, desist the lore of spirits.
Wrench forth the suffered sanction of gold.
Awoke! Among dribbling hoards of dronish losses,
Equip with death's farthing of hearts now gone.
Hope upon the souls that swoon all to dearly lost.
Screaming; hope resounds a crushed fortune,
To hatefully hover 'till their chests beat still.