Before the lord we carry ourselves towards levitating suits worn by ancestors whom have waited this whole time. God smiles as his hands wrap around waists, placing you on his shoulders where we whisper our pain, and joy mantras, our word... Dancing under robust stars, horses spitting black blanket oil from their soft lips. Alien dixie lies down in the bulb, and snow closing her eyes inside cub cemetery forever...
Your children will carry your bed at night, and will wait for you in natural honey sunlit morning. Hand cold, body frozen from crystal readings, youve passed away in sleep, they cry, and mourn in the morning. Before the Lord you now are, and this you say... 'Let this be another adventure, this time with everyone before until after the rest thou shall depart.'
If you were anymore beautiful Joey you would vanish into the surface of Mare, and in distance we would gaze upon you, and your fine tuned justice to the mind, and body as you proclaim us strength to reach those heights as well.
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