Tiger lilies float upstream
Only in your dreams
Windows of exotic pleasure
Doors of pain
The velvet touch of sprinkling rain
Attacks the reality of the insane.
I came long ago
Before land and snow
I created arrows
But never had a bow
That left the Tiger lilies to flow
Back to they would spawn to go
Where they would meet their mate
Till the streams were filled again
And again till the world would end
The angels would cry
Where everything wicked will burn in the Lake of fire and spiritually die.
Leaving the Tiger lilies to take for the sky and fly.
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