G - Greetings

Golden ghost Guided through the gloom and grief Generate growth in the grieving ghouls still going and become the glue between our groups The givers last gift Gapping our grids, ghastly in all your glory A gallant gamble To gratify all grudges into a genesis so genuine Grateful my gaze catches a glimpse of your gilded glow Grounded and gagged as I grovel in the gleam of gathering gravity, my guardian A galvanizing gash gears toward a gradient gateway from this geocentric galaxy The guilt that has governed me has been guided by grace to the grave