Tomb of Love, invention

Shall we will, to shove the morning star or backlash not to peacefully sway. shall we yield to run not the race of judgement. Or sit in silver majesties, to ones innocent to say. Or hold not in grudgment. The palace of mind, to relay Of the diamond relegation of the poor silent majority. To lavish among the haze. So being to the resin of the day. To light it up in equality The sand of foundation ally. To will to the song of a better cause. games to the criminals. Fixing their salt and light To open the doors of heaven or sword play, the minds of scorn But let us love even the weird, the positive, dissident, love to be born.