When God is in the mist,
Defeat doesn't exist,
When violet red eyes get brighter,
And heavy wings grow lighter,
He will be there,
And I will leave here,
Owning my love to God.
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Poems: Life is Life.
PoezjaJust little props (poems/songs) I've written to open the eyes. *I don't own any of the media work (art, etc)
