Patience is a Virtue
Doctored by Hope.
Wavering, as its Wounds
Whispers Whistles of
painful Melodies at the Winds
left by the Faithless.
Tears torn from
Tear-soaked Confetti
tethers the Tinctures from
Our Alchemy to the
Ether I shattered from.
Behold,
For no Form from Us
alone could contain Content
from being content.
Out, from form, the infinite forms.
Out, of shape, the soul seconds.
Doctored by Hope.
Wavering, as its Wounds
Whispers Whistles of
painful Melodies at the Winds
left by the Faithless.
Tears torn from
Tear-soaked Confetti
tethers the Tinctures from
Our Alchemy to the
Ether I shattered from.
Behold,
For no Form from Us
alone could contain Content
from being content.
Out, from form, the infinite forms.
Out, of shape, the soul seconds.
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