A thousand dark thoughts crashed on the shores of hope,
Angel’s wings carry my soul to the loading ground,
I bark at the light as I caress the souls of the dammed,
Salvation ripped from the arms of children,
Once more the screams of doves fills the air with blood,
Darkness rains as if light had never breeched,
Floods of dying block the path to redemption,
Golden hands unable to clear timely air,
Once more unto.
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