Last the will of the Southern Planet
lost in the way that everyone sees.
Cause of danger near to thee.
Some hath lost their sense of sight.
Cry tears O Northern Planet
Who hath thrown thyself out of orbit.
Send a beacon, a cry for salvation.
Send a messenger to make sure its recieved.
You see the Northern Planet fears loneliness.
A common belief spells that Loneliness causes chaos.
Be blessed O Planets for what you have.
Shield your eyes from the Western Sky.
Dont gaze upon the Western Sun.
She hath shined the way
Shining alone and burning anyone who comes to orbit.
No comments:
Post a Comment