Listening to a prophet speak of being swallowed in a sea of peace; with nothing left wanting, nothing left to give… getting go finally.

He said there was no point in running; let it come, let it take you away… there is no cover.

I was swept away in a fantasy of everlasting bliss; listening to dolphins cry, waiting for my angel to take me away.

Don’t call my name, don’t hold me back… let me take this leap of faith… let me go in peace.

The beast was here all along…


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