Descendants

Be decent with me now...there must be a TRUST fund somewhere!!!

                  There must be for those who battle...
There must be a trust.
They say
 "Faith without works,"
she is dead.
So trust shall bring forth a new Faith,
And she will sing like the morning coffee pot of being alive.

She will glow like the end of the very last cigarette.
                    And she owns the Malboro brand.
Final destiny awakens.
And it was only 8 am alarm.

                    System crashing, all enemies loot.
But the enemies are fewer, inside Tehran.
The solitude confinement prism...is in Trust's mind.
Trust is a boys name now.
Truest Trust envisions children abducted and abandoned for centuries.
Trying to find Faith.
They wither around one another's very eyes.
They costume and masquerade for years upon years,
                   With the unknowing dance.
They cape impossible hero dreams, and jump from cliffs.
They dive into the deep from a bay bridge.
And underwater there...

Trust finds Faith in the shadows and they kiss...
And make up...
And hold each other tight.
Light returns to light.
Superseded twilight beyond wildest dreams.
Love returns to love.

           Call my baby Trust.
If you say His name at all.
           Say Trust...I hear you.
Call collect if you must, this is Faith!