Final, Heaven’s Gateway
What it does, when I say
Are you, coming like the rain
To put out the fire
I’m not a machine, like you
That I wish to be
Like skipping line, can you keep
What it does, when I say
My Mother, is my Grace
The cathedral, indeed written the puzzlement
Like so, on the branch of your palm
One, like the singularity, is the pain
Decode, you must, the grimace
Are you coming, like the rain
…
The battle, and the war
Of the one, of the world
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The Elephant and the Dog. Fortify me. And all.
My faith for you is to be a flying bird.
What it does. When the rain, is falling and calling. Oh, the heart and faith. Of Gaia.