Touch Of Beauty

Our love is not cursed.
Don’t think the Lord knows
every pasture where all
of the beauty tried to grow.

I think we are creatures
with features fit for the Reaper
but love is a gift he will
never know and he is a believer.

I know the want to escape
into the land of confusion son
of God is looking at me I
am a cripple under the sun.

We have an ability for logic
to reap the beast for a minute
sin it is demented but in it
we reach for touching sentiment.

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