Fantasia and african islands

Walk besides endless days, 

This way to Saturday,

Gashes in soil soon to heal.

 

Decrepit,

This way of the world,

Saviors in the middle…

 

To see the place,

Of the solemn oath,

Hair stands to see the world just beyond horizon.

 

Friends of an army,

Folly,

Wednesday and governed bodies.

◄ The other side

Walk in the shadow of the lamb ►

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