Flowing from their gothtastic worlds
At the darkest hour they are all-knowing.
The avenging eyes reclaim their saint, wildly already...
The lush sky within the dream is redeemed.
Comforting angels reclaim a mirage, piteously!
A lover looming above a wise mother calls to me.
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