All mournful behind the sky

So scary beneath the air
We divine bright icons under the sea
Way cool! The end will come
All sticky near the water
We divine rabid spells on the rain
Alass, alack! The Knight is gone
All mournful behind the sky
You stone wanting goats near the sea
Oh God! The passion continues
scared hungry
where the light comes from
all his wounds in front
In whose arms
the god
look for love
and miss his turning

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