𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬

𝐈𝐈 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

Peaks of trinity in blood
Bathed amongst progeny of diluted hood
Coverage from shed of foetus
Undue sighs and revolted shade of crude

Bases dissolved in melting bones
Salt and tears of conjugated lives
Leftover air of pure breed
Kills you in bravery of next meet

Peaches grown on battlefield
Whilst blood of lambs sultering in sun
Absorbed by roots of cyanine
Widow's tears and network of bones
Pumped out from distant memories
In love of dear throne,
Seasons past and ripened tree
Amongst red and red turning to brown and honey suckling spree
Pink flesh lay undisturbed
Unintervened by souls that slayed