divine style


here i stand

armer at my hand

baptised underneath the sun

your story has now begun

face to all my fears

into a crystal mirror

heaven is at the the door

what have i shown for

into a glowing space

part of the human race

yucca is what i taste

blackness i do embrace

trust me i trust in you

truthful i come to you

into a styling blue

ful of divine grace

everlasting energy

born alive and born free

money flowing gently

sharing with family

The End

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