The God That Gleams
The world is a scary place
When you fall down to your face
And when nobody helps you out,
You rethink what humanity's about.
I was never originally created with this Earth,
Spiritually I am from a far-off cosmic hearth.
I keep missing a world in which I belong,
But I have a curse of amnesia so strong.
I finally fully remember though:
The one loving me, helping me grow,
He is so alike to the Supreme, and so,
It was to him I made my promise only I know.
I'll show him how this world is a lovely place.
He'll always keep me in his warm embrace.
He and I were always meant to be it seems,
As I see a vision of him in armor that gleams.
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