Imagine

Imagine, my love, a bleeding myth, ours is so tragic. The
Church, a tortured soul. And such pain, a torrent sea. Dance
The heart, enflame the light, for passion, a wellic storm. I
Woo a future, my holy death, afraid to probe the mind; for
Frantic heart, an attic fall, a fire cold, a ferric wall. [Selah]
Forgive the life, and pardon love. Such myth aflame. And
Living legend, a spirit pain, an iron tear, the blood of
Ghosts. My ache, a flicker soft. And I dare to harness light,
For orpine hope, a freshet love, but fate, the noose of faith.
Imagine love, a bleeding joy, ours is so tragic: the burn, a
Flaming torch; the tear, a wounded soul; and depth the
Earth, a cryptic link; and we die so freely. My love, a
Feral flame, sorely misunderstood. And I venture, a searing
Wit, a spirit welt, a heart to flip.