End Time
Fire of spirit burns like a storm unsealed
Cold essence of celestial field
The soul’s destinies divine has wheeled
Eye of beautiful girl reflect flames like a shield
The fires drown in abyss of those eyes
Where gift of nonlinearity lies
Tomorrow never dies
And future’s children look beyond skies
The storm rages through end of time
The untouchable visage of nonlinearity makes it sublime
The transfiguration of soul is in prime
As mind boggling imaginations is divine pastime
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