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Return To Eden

Silent prayer
and ghosts may share
and pass the whisper from the
here, to there
light of lore
cosmic flare
For the hallowed hearts
thy will be done

On the return of the oldest sun
and what may come
somewhere beyond the stars
there lies the grail
a rainbow of the night
a guiding ethereal light

Seamless holes
walking dead
vanquish their roles
two by two
two thousand years
the prophecy
see through the whitest lies
and thundering skies

Lead by the hand that drew
the face of time
rebirth in retribution
baptized for restoration!