Safe and sound under the cold blue moon.
Settled behind the great kingdom of heaven.
Softly humming in the shelter like a loon.
Longing deep inside this most sacred haven.
Billion forgotten days spent in another culture.
Dead eyes, and soul bitten by a rotten vulture.
Empty minds, devoured by midnight's rapture.
Waiting for our souls to be tied by the force of nature.
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