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Soaring over the black nights sea

dressed with white garments of light

eyes keen on the promise

-so, I have returned-

there is no real chance

I'd ever run out of bombs

and indeed

I can behave as wished

when I wish

seen the lighthouse of the promise

promised to keep

yet the light is moving

it is moving away from me

but i am not even trying to catch it

eventually

it will come to me

not here to

harm

worship

break

submit unto

you

here to love you

untill-and over the end

There are forms of worms

trying to seize it all

and they keep failing and falling

'cause the garden is sealed

from those with ill-

will

as the crossing over happens

without smile or tears

leave every-thing behind

--

our ultimate goal