Disciples Of Faith
From where we stand, is where we fall
holding in arms our reasons to breathe,
assuming of love shouldn’t be taken lightly
as of the once, in a moment we grieve.
From where we sit, and where we’ll lay
on the carpets of mother earth,
each one pleasure’s their disciples of faith
producing refreshments for quenching thirsts.
From the walk of desire, and food for lust
we’ll pick the ripest of fruits to eat,
succulent flavours will spill from our mouths
leaving hunger for more complete.
From where we’re borne, to the place we’ll die
love will capture the beat of our heart,
for the simple treasures of being adored
create the emotions that tear us apart.
From where we stand, to where we fall
don’t let go of the gasps from respite,
for when assassins attack and oppression sets in
only disciples will honour their knights.
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