In all the madness of lies and deceit
and the fire storms of hatred
comes a light that shines through green coins
buzzling sparkling on a green tree a God standing
the presence a present that I we my Maya are not wrong
in this cruel human realm of the wanting dreamlessly
they walk through a light to a tunnel forever blinded by their wrongs
there scared superficial realities
that is tied to centuries of greed and want
My Maya what we stood for was perfect
as flawless as true is love between us
we stood with the god as angels with love.
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