Peaceful dove flies gracefully across the pale sky
With childlike innocence staring in wonder
The restricted mind never questions why
As the pure do not fall under
The vile veil of sweet sin
Fair slender hands untouched as birth
Flitted along blank pages
That forever holds their worth
And hold the fight that damages
The vile veil of sweet sin
Ghostly rules that are not lost in time
Leaves the soul barren
Void of all of life’s joyful rhyme
Chastened against the greed filled siren
Of the vile veil of sweet sin
-Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 
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