George

Requiem

Gods able years around.
Some for century alarm.
soldiers die and live upon,
the virgins sleep awaken brim.

no parts if not seen by pass lurk.
First time remains truth,
Second time for the Son's feu.
no more if her wilt out my presents.

How life remorse bit by bit.
Free the dream once meant.
I am no thy the answer within.
A requiem her destine, His meek, my absence.