!!Opaque!!

Embrasure to ethons,
cultured pronouns;
Prelude to shows,
Overture around, around!!

When wasnt me so sure,
why was not it rain,
what could i make,
as 2 voices are never the same.

Tell me the summer,
the weather is it?
refrigerate my hope,
collar to throat.

The dying's dyne
French for frission,
Iv used all the words,
Translating imagination.

We had to go,walk away the past,
else it wouldnt go, to stay and last,
innit enough, suddenly inane,
2 voices are never the same.

Show me the room,
ill take a minute to look,
Graft, foment the hate,
pallate of love, inbred today.

Told to tell, on happen
Rubato requires an anti omen,
would not belive the dirt to omit,
a rhubarb rancour so sementic a fate.

We leave alone hand in hand,
A testament to what had to happen,
Nothing to go with what never came,
as 2 voices can never be the same.