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Let go, of thine ungodly image, 
& free the soul to see the light.
Our suffering, that's caused by us, 
The death of self, a worthless fight. 

Take the flight & open freedom,
See the angels, hear them, 
As stained glass windows shine. 

From golden domes to river Rhine,
The call, by which you'll know your
Place. 
From ancient streets, to glass halls new,
We'll stop our time, halt counting
Days. 

So let go, of your ungodly image,
Which binds the soul in death & fear.
Let all known go into the night, 
Our past & future, just a smear
Of us, forever present...