My voice shall sing the e'er perfect words,
Synchronized to bend realities,
The perfect words made to make perfect worlds,
Worlds failed to be made by deities,
My voice shall sing the e'er perfect words,
Sung in the e'er perfect melodies,
With a sound where all hears their dreams' lords,
In a world drenched in tranquilities,
My voice shall sing the e'er perfect words,
My voice shall be sought by all ears' eye,
My voice shall make all new perfect worlds,
When my tounges create the perfect lie.
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Interstellar Whispers: Volume 1
PoetryFORMERLY KNOWN AS: Poems of Petals by IamPDB Men and their offsprings had always found the time to wish to the twinkling children of the watchful silver eye of the night, before the goddess' spell befell their eyes. Little do they know, these twinkl...
