Thy splendour,Thy beauty,Thy charms profane;
thy sarcasm,mirth and surrealism
Bewilders my mind to reckon with the unknown,
and look for things beyond life and death.
Great is thy splendour,
Yet,a momentary pause,
The thinker thinks
Carried on the shoulder of giants,he can see
where no man could ever see
He could hear the melliflousness
For not oft did thy music dawn
Upon such an unprepared mind
He must live,He must feed himself
He must devour and be devoured
To hell with such morbid vexations
Ah! There you are,
Complete,resplendent,loving,caring,
Did we need ever a thing?
My heart is satisfied!Oh great is the joy!
For I behold thee in my eyes
And I want to see no more
And i want to live no more
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