The number

Dear little sweet cloud beyond the heaven.
For eternity they are released onto the number seven.
There is no point in the meaning thats about to show.
The souls are going to release their bounds to bow.
Burning letter with the wet words sunk onto it.
Makes the sorrow outwit the number from who was bit.

Feel the venom spread through the veins as your conscience takes over.
Temping hot meaning of life want more than one life from the world.
The dice on the four leaf clover beats the music in showing its luck.

They say the number six can win you a million in three.
Not mentioning the truth behind the lie invested to be free.
Now the hunger is getting bigger to gamble happiness away.
Pretend to have a soul is not a question just a reason to delay.

So the last numbers were stolen from the alphabetical conclusion.
No count can purify the blessing link from this delusion.
Just don't let them confuse the math behind the well deserved grade.
Should anyone battle to ever call to the numerous aid.

Renew the stolen curiosity of the scarred pity.
One for the person who pretended to care the rest to the people who desired a perfect city.
Where numbers fail against chance and chance fail against trust.
Ask the lime-mare if it is still alive inside the fire where every bit of sight is turned into crust.