Someday in the gorgeous, unlimited sky

Undying stars will line up in the right manner.

The silly presumptions and fear will die

Praising the brazen and delicious candour.


The greedy for excuses ears will listen

To the only truth that is worthy to be heard.

The broken armour of the enemy will glisten,

The Shepard will finally leave ungrateful herd.


Someday the stars will fall from their grace,

Scorching the mother Earth with fatherly flames.

But until then the loner will be searching the place,

Where sinners don’t call the saints by their names.


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