Faithless dogs of sin, repent Lift your heads from the troughs of emptiness and see the gateway of truth, the door to your savior, Feel the wind and look into the face The familiar smiling face, Beckoning The beaming rays of light touching smiling faces warmly And we smile, eyes glazed Arms open, we embrace it Voices sing and we dance and look into the light, as it burns away our eyes Come to me Come to me, sweet children I will open the door, and give you my eyes so that you may see the majestic painting of air And gorge yourselves on the fruits of nothing And drink from the fountain of lies, Lying, naked, in the flowerbed of happiness, The sun burning away the shadows of meaning For the sweet fruits will never answer your hunger For the thickened liquor shall never quench your thirst and the flowers will bloom not so oft as the prophesy foretold, But do not despair my sweet children, For the light will only grow brighter and occasionally the ground will open up, and the clear waters of truth, will pollute the rivers of mud.Birth sign: Not entered
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