stagnant arms beaming open for the earth's cry and now she's crying hard tonight.
Her gentle tears quench the trees arms to reach the falcons charms
Her gentle tears hold onto the crows screeching songs of spells.
As the falcon leaps into the ruby night sky The witch of feathers prepares her potions
that stirs the eyes to power up an emotion into the earths core to storm her cleansing.
Theres a beautiful phenomenon waiting to happen in the backyard of our consciousness
Turn off your porch lights and flame your candles bright
The crows are disguised as ancestral bones talking what we've craved for so long
That sweet taste of soulfulness to its highest level.
Where the darkness shades to rainbows and the rainbows turn to Gold and the Gold dissolves to celestial light. The celestial cape of light that angels float over that pain we try so hard to fight.
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