Monday, 13 August 2012

The Mighty Rush

THE MIGHTY RUSH

When the time is ripe you'll know and see
just how much a friend was the enemy.
The star of heaven hand-picked this apple
did not expect it when that angel said it.
He called,
"Oh son wake up", a mighty rush,
the power filled you like wine abrupt
cold chills of tender wakes
it shook the morning star mysteriously.
You run to look for him all the way
but lived to know him another day
for years passed and love has waited
the mighty rush to speak again my name.

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