New-MownCapable of great deeds. A seminal seer. Flying on love and the ageless ink well weapon above.Modern Madonna. A fearless poeta, placed units of language set in stone.Heaven Knows. Pen waved over papyrus, an outlet of the mental origin of us.A Secret Chord. Heart strings strung in sequence, melody to suit her true blue ambience.Cold and Broken. unEnd. The Deus Ex Femina.
MantraI'll get you into heaven before the Devil knows your dead.I am breathing for some reason thats unclear inside my head.My intention is a time bomb even tho they thought i choseto make the world just disappear when your clear green eyes are closed.The moon safari ends with smoke and mirrors on the plain,this situtation itches, just pull the trigger, im insane.Oh, these mental motions, i make senseless propositions,maybe one day ill make sense of this with crystal clearest vision.