Honey flowing through the streets,
Gold makes each side as seats,
I arrived here with little strength,
With a story of a great length,
He took my hand so tender,
Took all my broken benders,
Lifted his name so high,
A breath let out; a sigh.
Finally made it,
Throne of His is lit,
Lit with a path chosen,
I stood there in shock; frozen.
Imagine a...
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