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To be a “God”…
With every day that’s born, With all the wuthering tides; My passion is reborn; My Love once more abides, And I, I’m a new star soaring high, I… I rose beyond the furthest sky, Beyond the stars, beyond the clouds, Beyond the lonely withering crowds, I took the road less traveled by, They may rumble,
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Storm stroke… [A prayer… by a pagan to an unknown God]
Close your eyes… Visualize a storm… The vast sky is sucking up all the courage that’s left within your heart… The shades of light are battling with the vast clouds… Just like your cheeks are battling with the air that strike it as harsh as waves would hit the rocks… & smell of the air
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