Another dream about an old believer!
A little love and lots of pretty things,
The joy of feeling like a pleasure seeker,
Wonder where the mother nature clings.
An eye upon an angel grace awaken,
A very gentle mother nature clings.
The angels sang a song of procreation,
Sings the songs of love and worldly things.
Surrounded by the grace of sweet salvation!
Eternal love and comfort evermore,
I only need a certain consolation,
Hear the voice of darkness nevermore.
A human life becomes fully conscious,
On the brink of death and procreation,
Surrounded by the collective consciousness,
A journey through the realm of pure damnation.
Created by an ancient resurrection.
A thousand years of love or false salvation,
An empty heart without a sense perception,
About the life of pain and consolation.
Forever guided by eternal grace.
Wander on the path of great salvation,
Upon the world an endless dwelling place,
To lead a life of pain and meditation.
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