https://youtu.be/J34X49Uozf4?si=v1o8JfrJv3nVdKXBThe checkered eyes of a false king fade away
And all that remains is the deepest beauty, more profound than ever
The one you know, yes I know
The one never spoken by headmasters or men of cloth,
And not prophets nor congress
Of that excellence...
That beauty that makes their words so worthless,
That beauty when man shows his deepest face,
To his other souls
I love you, and in that I mean I love being as you are all of it in the cell of space you are,
And I also love the part of it that is just you,
The one that minds me of thorn thistle and rose
As I watch the foam crash upon the broken shores,
I remember wondering tis’ which were you,
The stones I sometimes scorned as monsters
But now I laugh and know it is all,
For criminal beauty is that of the truest kind,
That in empty or lost eyes,
Ha, I used to think in those moments Venus was gone,
But now I know
From shadow in phantom hall
From chills in devil courts
The goddess smiled most brilliantly
So brilliantly upon you,
