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 and 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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