The Resurrection

Matchless beauty in the resurrection

The emerald castles kept beneath the waves call to us and sing

Of a silenced, almost singular pace

A peace we once fought to replace

As it rings we find a simplistic gift

A solace to sever everything

In the ends of most tomorrows

Meeting blindly with eyes opened, however wildly

It’s the beginning of something relatively new

In lost remnants leftover in your eyes

The kingdom lies reflected

Crystallized and

Still, protected


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