Towards the gaze are many forms.
Unreal from the current norms.
The lust behind every mans head,
Has a power to conceal it with love instead.
As time fades the doves look for shade.
Emergence of evil and treacherous waves.
Forms disappate through the dark caves.
Uprising of those immoral slaves.
Lost minds traverses through the body,
Lost souls travels to the heart.
Plentiful treasures for you to take .
Just remember ,
Godesses are fake.
