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Elysian Fields..

I
While i tread through paths where life and pain groans..
Walking past time, beyond the halls of kings.
As i walk through the valley where sin moans
Towards the hills and plains where terror sings.

Let me abide in the ruins of glory.
In the fields where grasses are made of gold.
Let righteousness design me the story.
On the myrtle shrubs of mysteries untold.

For i wish in this life no hunger more.
Than the hunger for the streets of heaven
On the fertile plains where fountains explore.
yonder heights, in eternity's coven..

Let me not in this life of vain befall.
The whims of sin, as i await thy call..

II
The tides of the sea say to its shores.
"We can never be, no, not for too long,
Shall i hope in earnest, on faceless mirrors.
Till ruin becomes the honeyed song"

On life's lane we walk without foresight..
We walk as dead men bound to time
Hoping for light in the abundance of light.
Trapped in the dungeons of predating crime

But look to the skies, there lies a home.
Where death and grave hath found no place..
Where happiness sings with an unequaled tone.
Of bliss on the cerulean clouds of grace

let life and time soar on death wings..
That glory and light may forthwith sing..

III
Countless stars spread across the sea.
Of life, death and eternity;
The flair of freedom, to now see.
The green fields of immortality.

Ordered like straws cast upon red sands.
Life flees, into wispy histories
Paradise falls on desolate lands.
Hallmarks of glory withers into mysteries.

The works of time fades into space.
The knelling chimes of paradise..
Awakens the spirit to chase..
The pulchritude of paradise.

Along the hallows, shall i remain..
As i flourish in the midst of pain..

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