3d
Someday the clouds will break
Smoke in the sunset
Something like a blinding haze
Surely it means nothing to me
Sinking slowly to my soul
Steeping in the rough cut end of things
Reaching for Gloria.
Smoke in the sunset
Something like a blinding haze
Surely it means nothing to me
Sinking slowly to my soul
Steeping in the rough cut end of things
Reaching for Gloria.
In ancient times a man gave his life to ready a lightning rod atop a great mountain beside his village. The lightning rod he rose took the force of God's strongest storm, Gloria. For his efforts God immortalized the man as the first guardian angel. Dayus.
(14/M/Rochester NY)
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