Starland

I lived in Starland
With all the fellow saviors and saints
choosing patiently to divide the grate and canister
barren fellows without knowledge or understanding
I was flying intrinsically away from the cauldron of desire
A church fiend whatcha call it
detailed features flaming in my sephis mind
The beautiful midnight glory
reminding me every time       

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