Panthera

Paradise,

This Is our paradise lost, the world will claim you. Ever decreasing circles of fear our time Is here no more destruction.

Time ends were standing here friend, don't loose your heart find our love open your eyes.

time Is our world lost time Is our world lost

No more paradise witnessed, ask the questions they will tell you lies, ask the questions they will tell you lies.

Living in a lost paradise. Time our master no confusion, but then people pass to memory in our individual, paradise lost.

© Nicolás Leas-Celyn MMXIX Progressive Poetry, Fragmented Exclusive to Makers Place. San Francisco