Submerged below
the overwhelming floods;
No limit was once the sky
to this mind's zestful taste buds.
It wanders into celestial paths;
and inquires aforetime.
For forlorn has hastened
many a tide.
These wings are mine.
To scale the heavens.
When the light of this mind,
is donned.
Swiftly it shuns
and spurns the earth.
Reigns of ill-doing
forever dressed down.
This monstrous evil
fully unwoven.
Infinitely amazing goodness
works compiled.
Power and might
a source of rescue to own.
The precious few
triumphs gently prevail.
Then, the stability of will
and a good-guy profile.
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