Full of mysteries
Show me the road to those cities
Twitting birds
So beautous, I am out of words
Do teach me how to be rid of misericords
Fallen angels
Fallen in disgrace, sent to the fiery hells
Pray, your cries, the Lord he quells
Forgotten verses
Trying to be rid of curses
Come, come and tell us of those universes
O glittery butterflies
Sparkle up the whole skies
And cleanse them up of lies
Such is my call
Taken from my soul
To the friends of my world
Lonely I may seem
Always lost in a dream
Hiding behind a smile, a scream
Here, here is to my acolytes
Without them, the world would be in blacks and whites!
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