The will made spoken ponders spells yet seen.
Spells are from the spirit speaking letters, feeding readers soothing caters or raping seether.
Layer a thick intent lest be the one possessed and plagued in mind.
Suffering scenes embodies fiends, inching closer towards the ends each hold.
Cause the mind's insight borderlines the surface outside.
Receives receipts the soul has seized folding in on everyone else but mine.
The world weighs truth as binary, never counting two.
Reluctant to share my dreams has caused me held and bound, "Unlikely" once said.
Then give me lists of disposition, my character with a name. Tell me who I am before I do, if fate was spite.
Then piece your temp to me as if Truth is meant to be spent, my adherence will not pledge devotion.
Say your sight to see for me, you forget hope draws from honesty.
Before farewell I'll ask to trade for Truth, I hope you'll say "No."
You see the compounds of my chemicals, the demise to deterior.
Should the upmost stability be faith, then prescription's no fine.