Mandlicht, eons have passed since the storm that is you first swept over my spirit yet joyfully I am ever lost in your current. Your name is my haven, your touch my heaven, your voice my earth, your eyes my sea. You are a firestorm, I am a forest. Consume me. I am summer, you are the sun. Make me real. I am a jungle, you are the rain. Fill me. I am an angel, you are the maker. Only you can kill me now. I will not let them and when I go to war I go for you. Bless my spirit with yours. Amin mella lle. -Tia Teri-
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