Through the night and day.
May there be a blinding ray.
In the depth of the sea
Yours will be
God of fusion
The creator of the greatest illusion.
The strength of the man.
What he can.
And what he can not.
This is what the birds meant.
When they have singed about the pray.
And the striking blinding ray.
In the illusion of thought
Man have sought
Many great things of loath.
That they have them self taught.
Poetic prose of love
The haze of tough.
Have blinded the men’s sun.
The rain
And the human existence Elaine.
Through the suffering and pain.
With the enlightenment of the day.
Which consists of the god’s blinding ray.
So when you say.
That the man’s life lay
In the trees of grey
You must pay.
For your wonder
And surrender your self to the god’s thunder.
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