there was a key to the sky
above the endless sea of beginnings
and like a spoon from the heavens
stirring the soup of life
and the birth of the protagonist
by an apple tree in a beautiful field
by the chapel's free will, we will never yield
And there was a time
when the nightly stars aligned
a stupendous white sky
and on your lush face, they're defined
and our miraculous bright cries
that our rest will never be till sunrise
for the lord of stagnation's head will rise
sitting on a golden throne, unsurprised
So it is now or never
yet week by week, time flies
as the past, present, and future collide
and the waves of rebirth subside
as the foreign beings walk on water
threading past a neverending forever
will our dreams only scream a never
or to write a happy ending together
Amidst your unparalleled beauty
our souls bind together by the light
and I will protect you with all my life
in a world where death is a new life
on the seventh day, we shall lie down and rest
underneath the cool shade of fate's woven crest
and life's true wonders shall bow at your behest
yet happiness is still the goal of our quest
In the beginning
the heavens and the star were created
now the star was dustless and barren
and a traumatizing lightless field
was over the surface and underground
and the spirit of the angel
the messiah of a being's true self
was walking on the soup of life
looking upwards, the angel asked
"will you be my friend?"
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