The mist is growing thicker.
The glory of the purest roses has told a secret.
Will I ever catch that bouncing ball?
In the middle of agonizing nights.
Oh God, unchain me from these metallic knots of agony.
The circle of the unseen.
The heroes within.
Tell me where to go.
And tell me where to begin.
I know how hard it is, God says.
I know the whole story.
I caught that stubborn bouncing ball.
Watering the purest roses with my tears.
Lighting up the skies of misery.
Oh, my goodness, there you are!
There you are my missing soul.
Time is ticking.
The pages of sweet sorrow.
Are flicking the burden and pain away.
The clock-headed child is weary now.
Yet the pillow of mercy does its magic.
I'm the shadow of yesterday.
Trapped in the vessel of tomorrow.
Will you stand firm in the cruelest storm?
The heroes ask themselves.
I know the way out.
I know the ultimate adorning light of violet bliss.
It's just a big loss to watch it die.
Yet the power of Trinity shall revive it.
The pages of sweet sorrow.
Are flicking the burden and pain away.
The clock-headed child is weary now.
Yet the pillow of mercy does its magic.
Into the bargain we thrive.
The bargain of abounding light and truth.
The merchants of good dreams are sending their love.
The clock-headed child is tired of ticking.
Her ticking eyes are blessing the deal.
The love of Trinity is to free her from the pain.
The clock-headed child is smiling tenderly.
And embracing her tired soul.
Time is ticking.
The pages of sweet sorrow.
Are flicking the burden and pain away.
The clock-headed child is weary now.
Yet the pillow of mercy does its magic.
I heave alive in this mad realm of silent death.
Time keeps ticking.
I can feel a cloud of vivid imagination above me.
Keeping me alive in safe realms.
And taking me back to these lovely sparkly wings.
The grace of imminent victory is fueling my soul.
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