new turn, of lov..
siblings lov, reaching out
in their honest lov,
can not be found
from a dead god high above
but through our family…
lov is washing all through us….
tis a dream, made
founding thoughts running wild
whisper, nature an water
driven by a birth
throughout life givin, by a loving sun….
human race was born…
twisted in space, marching human race
working art, creatively we all start…
a dream, kept alive,
a baby turned vampire,
an his lov for a single magick human
as they place mankind
where they belong in the war,
protecting sentient beings an
the human-race…
Silver Ship
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