DARK HOURS BY JUDAISKY.
I have prayed for so long.
We have prayed for decades long,
Keen to the quest we long
with long spoon and tiger fur.
Lion’s eyes on serpent run
to kiss the love of hatred on a run.
All in with a golden hearts, with mixed aim
chassing what seem good as we proclaim.
AIGO on the peek to caress rat pain
In the plantation of good wills again.
For this, all spelt betrayer of trust and faith.
How can my friend osmic whiff evil
with a glittering and friendly dumple?
Every way of purity as predicted scent evil
from all cardinal points lies nefarious battle
for the heart and what we point a friendly devil.
Dack hours is near i just know.
Now cat meow like owl.
All our trust in hope
is tainted and boldly mould
to beset with lords of sorrow
in human form and cloth.
Oh! So men is the chameleon
that abode in us, only to be the bad onion
that cursed its master to mourn.
That i may seperate them as one
in the day where all is seen as one.
But dark hours, where they come out from hoard
to deal with their ill will in human form.
God! Faithful unchangable father.
The nebulous days is here father.
The atrophy of man is nigh, dancing ALANTA.
Seducing man with its brain teaser
cheeck clinking with bunch of laughter
as to how they act, conjuring sinisters.
Father Father of all fathers.
Open up a hollow from far
to descern the dark hours .
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