The moon full of shine with itself
Reveals your deeper image
Upon the crystalized, frosty snow
Translucent ice cubes stretch
Down towards the warm pits of Hell
But God sits cuddled in the warmed clouds
Where he hides the sun for himself
His breath, quick and cold, is bitter
Diamonds scatter down from the dull blankets
In a strainer always making a unique pattern
I bundle and protect myself
From the stentch of God's breath
Yet there's no use, he's still able to
Raise goosebumps and chill the back of my neck
Curses to the wind and the checkered cloth
Which was unable to deny entry to my weakness
I lock myself within these walls of trees
Captured in a daze by my source of warmth
I'm overcome with emotion through
The realization of natural beauty
That surrounds and engulfs me with acceptance. |
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