Time To Go
Time to go home now,
as the sweet treats have been
taken by the hounds of hell,
it is time to go.
It is time to go fly away, from this darkened world,
time to fly and to land on a tree somewhere
in a meadow with nothing but flowers
and grass and beauty
and a glorious sun rise and sun set.
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