Fire Works In My Moon Light
In the blue berried heavenly skied peaked nights
The stars lay amongst vertical rest.
In the giant maze of the atmosphere of god.
One of a million, I rest on a blessed pictorial flamed
verture of Jesus's life,
His death a sin, but hat of a piece of flamed sparks in a painted sky.
His creation in a Milky Way pouring ut its forgotten life of my love,
in a hidden moon.
Souls in my heart yet to be born.
All of body and blood unnoted red caped sun to be yet unfold.
In my life, of a dream, in a future, in the heart of God's Saturn's sons.
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