From the black space into a sky bright holy atmosphere.
the magnetic night bright shines from a moon lite mind were the fire inside was blue.
The door was black, The sky was white
The people were underground.
The land was blank, with Fine gray sands.
Our fire was life
The Rings of fusion
black barreled, chained cans.
A multitude of souls flying, floating, flowing through the sky's river in reverse throughout the universe
gallantly to the other side.
The land was blank, the sky was white, the door was black and the people were underground.
And all life blinked back, we, the golden dust particles of space, sparkled like glitter in the eye of God.
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 9:02 AM UTC
From the black space into a sky bright holy atmosphere.
the magnetic night bright shines from a moon lite mind were the fire inside was blue.
The door was black, The sky was white
The people were underground.
The land was blank, with Fine gray sands.
Our fire was life
The Rings of fusion
black barreled, chained cans.
A multitude of souls flying, floating, flowing through the sky's river in reverse throughout the universe
gallantly to the other side.
The land was blank, the sky was white, the door was black and the people were underground.
And all life blinked back, we, the golden dust particles of space, sparkled like glitter in the eye of God.
