Still, It's the Laughter
Not knowing then when we penned the verse called, 'Chimes'....
That it would seem as a prophecy one day unto this loving heart ?
An anniversary His child their; imagine ? What becomes remains; real
Never because he says this or she states that: Faith, plays righteousness
Trust, proclaims life be light ? Visions time's infant solitary atop these shores
Saying welcome to resistance, the fallout and more ? Transient ten thousand
years..
Black magic birthstones a craft; their evil dead ? Ascension His baby antares
awash love's castles.
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