A nightmare excursion. A most intriguing diversion. From the ashes falling all around. We shake from the effert. But here it comes despite our effert. It drowns the day, only to rise and bow at night. If ever a light did shine, and make peace with the deamon thats mine. I might find my way through these shadows. But i don't even believe that will ever happen. The priest will ignore it even while the thunder starts clapping. And then the light will shine. Could we capture it? Make it mine. The waves that carry me away. Make me drift downstream. Make me go insane. So tip it once again. You try it too my friend. Drift into the abyss. Dry despite the rain. Wasted words. Never heard. Stuck in a dead time game..Birth sign: Sagittarius
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