The nerves cross to desire
As the watcher patiently waits
the flame spreading its warmth
towards the light he may go
but then lights may end
and rain like heaven
spiraling him towards the ground
because of his sin
he will have to live here
instead of there
with the moons soft touch
the winds whisper
its his fault
because of his sin

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