

Contact deceitTune in to the radio, A sound so far away,Contact deceit
Distant singing crackling,
Songs of ones long dead.
Transmitting messages not received,
Secrets transpiring life in words written, Dispatches of heart in communication,
Ink stains the fingers which smear words.
The keys play softly, Notes repeat vicariously,
The melody recovers sentience,
Each repeated line stains the heart.
Forget but who can now forgive?
Months pass as the days fall away,
Time passes and it's forgotten to notice,
Seemingly trivial memories burn the fiercest. &nb


Der Tuefel steckt im Detail.The stark fire burns luminously, To raze all its wispy fingers touch,Der Tuefel steckt im Detail.
The inferno creates a vacuum in its thirst,
Left breathless to asphyxiate in hellish wrath.
Lust burns and controls within, Temptations beg for misdeeds,
The vainglorious deceit of purity, For portrayed divinity resembles falsehood.
Yet what of that word of four letters sought?
For there is no control in it, no stifling it,
No fear for taking incorrect actions,
Passion illuminates and dictates paths taken, Free from impaired reason and modest naivety.
Power, Kno
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