Molt

Distilling on the water's descent Reflector of seismic vibration Wavelet whispers amalgamate Underneath the expanse of life Present death demands security The result of circumspect happiness Opening doors that never lock Bludgeoned by miscellany liquidation Corrugated textures spread over the heart Guiding a flow to the shivering soul Setting aside the hymns that preach goodness Distracted by the verses demanding guilt Away from the kingdom of seldom wisdom Truth is used as a survival tool against the fools At the end of all your worry is the bottomless pit Where you place the vessel and bury mortal morals