The long-suffering,
finally over at dawn...
when tears fall like rain!
He prepares himself,
to meet him in the mirror...
who calls himself me!
The man gives his heart,
to the blood-thirsty sun god...
to pay his sons' sins!
The evil swordsman,
defeated by the hero...
with no time for hate!
The sword, its' vastness,
entrains the swordsman to find...
the enemy's soul!
God is in the mystery
Knowing there's life we don't know
Movement that is greater than I
Eyes perceive as the mind entrains
But to grow with mystery
You must relinquish all groping
Relieve yourself of control
Allow the heart to do its work
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