Below Poseidon's mighty waves,
Where seraphs dwelt for a century,
The burgeoning stench of the sick and slain
thrive in beautiful infamy.
Before the divine diference of night and day-
When earth was but a reverie
and the exulting mystic moon
bore the tumult of the sea-
A whisper roamed the sacred sphere,
resounding over her lush vegetation
and grasped the lost and forgotten leer
embroidered with burgeoning hatred.
Then,when still and silence befell the earth,
A roaring siren rang out with glee,
for it was the beginning of creation
when the moon cursed the silent sea.
Where seraphs dwelt for a century,
The burgeoning stench of the sick and slain
thrive in beautiful infamy.
Before the divine diference of night and day-
When earth was but a reverie
and the exulting mystic moon
bore the tumult of the sea-
A whisper roamed the sacred sphere,
resounding over her lush vegetation
and grasped the lost and forgotten leer
embroidered with burgeoning hatred.
Then,when still and silence befell the earth,
A roaring siren rang out with glee,
for it was the beginning of creation
when the moon cursed the silent sea.
Mckay
Fallenoutofgrace
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