Enter my vault by default,

I’m the one true to me with no key,

When the time comes,

Know it sums by no means any fee,

What they not say or see,

Suffer-ing.

In glee my being is no weigh free,

a portal to run away in no way time,

Close to limbo, far away like the fair Judge awakened by Saint Erkenwald.

A void border to cross.

Alas!

Zion!

Here he cometh.

Heaven awaits thee young souls.

 

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