Rock and Key

It’s taking temperatures of magma for us to be matted we’ve been trying so hard, half a decade wasted my desires and affections present as the lock you cannot open, hitting it with a rock your plans and foresight, our golden key trying to actualize some, has made us pay much fee in a typical summer day, we still need the search light the weather in Africa is inflammable enough to cause a fight displacement of a mountain proves easier than our unity we hold God’s feet, yet no answer from divinity a union, refusing to be cooked is expendable force and denials are simply not enough, we’re incompatible