Throne
With heavenly visions and amazingly feelings
I kept, my hands on my back, waiting for the fruition
A beautiful song, sang by angels, even in my mind, my soul spend ages
Waiting for the reflection on a mirror, wining streak
Feel the muscles in my ribs, thanks to God
My mom kept preaching, showing me the holy works
Angelic if I say so, was the letter I wrote
Thank you God, thank you so
Even in the peak of my humanity, nothing ever hurts my pride
Pride is the devil, and no devil has room in my life
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