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I see you as I dream,

The words you whisper.

Of life eternal,

Protection as my guardian,

Do you see me?


Wooden roads by quiet waters,

There is life with each plank.

Purposefully you stride,

Taking hands when offered.


You are persecuted,

Some deny your existance.

Many fear it.

I will not fear you.


Will it be you who watches me,

When time has ceased to be?

Can an era of wasteful hate,

Change a soul to late?

I look for thee.

Ah, Lucifer . . .