Now I believe
My heart has never been this red with the ambers of fire before.
Now I believe
Thousands of thousands of volcanoes are erupting in my heart
Now I feel in every moment of this lucid nightmare, millions of millions of pure faith springs are cooling me off.
Alas for us,
My dearest precious lost faith, my gold fish.
Drenched in the floods of mirror swamps.
I am the clarity spirit of this allure downpour; find a way to me to the skies.
