Bother Not With Your Own Misgivings

Beneath the sea of celestial twilight
Sombre whispers, echo moonlight
Solitary thoughts elude the mind
Bothering hearts, are intertwined

What due unrest, could compare to your pestilence
Miserable fool! Admit your arrogance
Some have fallen on hallowed ground
And alas all you seem to do is frown!

Deem it be the day, of our knowing
Shed your tears, it seems its snowing
Bother not with your own misgivings
Then to live amongst this in which we’re living

Thou hath, taken an earthly sum
Some might say, that you are scum
Miserable fool in such, you’re not forgiving
Deem it be, by light of day
Hearts are stone, which turn to clay

No feeble footsteps have I taken?
Even though my heart is breaking
Mar not, that which I’ve seen!
Unless you’re alone, within your dream

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