.Flying lord, God of all times.
Swept in rage as we left it.
As its gold whips our minds.
And fierce tongue scratches our eyes.
Wake me from my sleep,
And lead me gently (on my way) to hell.
And it would rain in waves.
Or in clouds of ashes.
And wash off all .
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