Riding on pristine white
Far over the clouds
Come you nigh each day
In octet minutes
Hiding and seeking
Supporting humanity
Embracing it in your warm palms
Morning and evening, another day
From wilting to bouncing
From deep slumber to divine ecstasy
From life to death
From warmth to baptism of fire
Oh dear
Spare us thy temper
Lesser mortals, have we been
Tearing our shield in arrogance
Ignorant have we been
Too late
To mend the hole
Await I to die in thy arms of fire
Riding on pristine white
Far over the clouds
Come you nigh each day
In octet minutes
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