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Angels flight in early morn, Care for those hurt and forlorn.
Three in all depart that day, to travel over a surging bay.
Heaven from earth, not one could tell, as Satan’s hand rose from fitful hell.
It's a day
And that's okay
In the month of May
That's alI I have to say
Have a swim by the bay!
The sea:
a light flickers,
flits, sees my face, turns back.
I call, reach, shield from the rain on
the waves that, crashing, cover the figment,
which drowns, choking, a bubbly laugh
From when I was woken, to when I fall;
destruction, pain, sadness, and death will blur my vision.
But where there is destruction, will soon be creation;
where there is pain, will soon be comfort;