To the horned one and the winged one,
the mystic and the oracle,
the stars and the sun,
and the energy around of a miracle.
Gather your atoms and send them this way,
the troubled one needs some today,
either to exterminate those he despise,
or to be proven otherwise,
to eliminate the troubles that pour on him,
and the personal issues that devour him.
To gather enough wisdom in due time,
so that the facts can be weeded out from the fiction,
that for now seem hidden at halftime,
for he wishes to move on and seek new action
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 1:33 AM UTC
To the horned one and the winged one,
the mystic and the oracle,
the stars and the sun,
and the energy around of a miracle.
Gather your atoms and send them this way,
the troubled one needs some today,
either to exterminate those he despise,
or to be proven otherwise,
to eliminate the troubles that pour on him,
and the personal issues that devour him.
To gather enough wisdom in due time,
so that the facts can be weeded out from the fiction,
that for now seem hidden at halftime,
for he wishes to move on and seek new action
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