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Agnes and the Trial
In a storm of frightful glory,
In a hurry, in a hurry.
Searching for what was before
we created human core
In a night thats full of sadness,
walking slowly, little Agnes
Found what to adore
In our created human core
Feeling tired and frustrated,
deeply inside devasted
she shall keep her golden ore
(thats how she called human core)
Lovely, tender, little Agnes
Overfilled world with madness
Everyone had heard a lore
Of marvelous human core
Suddenly air started sizzling,
I connected all the buzz links
To the forest of the sun
where the father and the son
Enjoyed bit thats called fun.
Fun is one third of a core
And it will be forevermore
Little Agnes kept on walking
Someone started scary talking
Agnes wasn't even sure
That she wanted core for more.
She went through forests and the plains
She wanted to cut her little veins
-What's this trial painfull for?
She asked to the human core.
But the core just stayed in silence
Not presenting sign of violence
Agnes walked with the core
and she was tired even more
From the puddle formed rainbow
Agnes touched it with elbow
On the raibow was a boy
Playing with a silver toy
And had a bit thats called joy
Joy is second third of a core
And it will be forevermore
Little Agnes felt destructed
Empty inside and distracted
She couldn't continue the bore
Through trial of a human ore
She fell on knees and prayed god
She listened pumping of a blood
Her arms and heart became to sore
Of holding heavy human core
When the sudden from a land
Came a man and held her hand
That was covered in bloody glove
Over them was flying dove
The third of pieces is called love.
Love is last part of a core
And it will be forevermore
Agnes then begun to fly
Rised to the endless sky
Returned us what we needed for -
Our created human core.
