Wire Walk

Such brilliant sin, a holy pain, a wire walk, the wear of flame.
So flog the heart, my heaven hell, my cryptic vase, my soul
To flail. And favor Christ, a vivid vibe, a mystic life, a fate
To fly. And perish soft, a soul aflame, adept to death, and
Spirit pang. My cryptic tear, a tragic well, a grave to bleed, a
Scroll to fail. And fatal stress, a scripted pear, a spirit slain, a
Cultic tare. And dungeon prayer, the flare of faith, the love
Of hope, a demon’s ache.

Such brilliant sin, a holy pain, a wire walk, the wear of flame.
So grog the soul, the darkest light, a liquid flint, the tint of
Christ. And drown aflame, a box of tears, a bone to grind, a
Wall of fears. And flutter waves, the caves of fey, the talk of
Ghosts, a language grey. So flog the heart, my heaven hell,
My cryptic vase, my soul to flail.