To Fill Our Cups With Good
nor peace that dwell below us
even in the depths of hell
let Satan hoisted
His bright sails of light and darkness
to all the ships that sail
voices sing out towards the dark wine sea
bring forth the ubiquitous blue light
from the melodic swing of the pendulum
while navigating through dark spaces
we need ice water to quench our thirst
without forgiveness to come this far
life in the inferno that burn like the sun
nor peace that dwell below us
shall ask to fill our cups with good
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