Cruel Intentions

Cruel intentions impede on most
For I am unlike thee Holy Ghost
Prisons border and bare forthwith
And there is innocence upon my gift

Parade of fashion forlorn to bare
And no one really seems to care
Where have thou gone to flee
To only wait before the sea

Could I crumble into stone
Other than you I leave alone
And vestige, be by that brought forthwith

For I besiege you before the sea
To honour the thought that I might be
A man of love and liberty

Cruel intentions in you I trust
Before my heart has turned to lust
Lust not in that by which you seek
For there is innocence in the meek

Shall I be the bead of rain
That falls among the dusty planes

Creed I be the humble man
To touch you with my gentle hand
With the hope you'll understand
For I am merely grains of sand

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