You are callimg your desires your hope
What world seems to lost and what world needs to outgrow.
The need and greed, a desire or a fire burning with the passion of unworthy Chasity of swords.
Past the flesh and brains, a beating heart must you listen to.
A vessel that has outgrown a vessel lone without the sailors of true aboard.
Washing away the desire is eroding of your hope.
A world of spoken lies trying to render the fact you aren’t broke.
A calling fire, dissolving the realm of the false; a desire you called hope.