Made to Reason

In ethereal warmth he hides, Known and not blended both in crimson tides. The stream within is in song with the sea without, An opera...

When flesh is torn and mind is lost, Soul remains to bear the cross. For pain in nerve is pain indeed, Yet this, my spirit, cannot bleed....

Show me a man with love to spare, His heart too full for mortal itch; He who Lucifer need forswear, For live in him is Glory’s pitch....

A stir to spark unfettered love; Miracle descendant from above. Time runs thin by sweat of brow; Time it is for truelove’s vow. Life for...