Nameless Naivety

It’s hard to think about life when you die.
All hail the serpent,
There’s a dead end tonight.

So off the mark, it disturbs you. 
Unlock the urge, I will not serve you. 

Await the sequence.
See.

I am the frequency. 

Below the ground, we bestow the crown. 

This is a nameless naivety.
In the least amount, we call it brevity.  

So let us await the rapture.

We all get lost to be found.

You will not wait too long. 

Awake the soul.
Get captured.