Seeping through it's sides which hides a stride-
a stride that shows the thought
reaching through the skies as he glides-
glides as what he sought
the sharp clouds pierce with blades of resist
ants proverbialy dance through mist
what shape it makes upon his heart
do satan's spades prolong the start?
engraved inside the blood flow tide
the golden spear head tossed, is caught.
verse 1
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