The Home Of The GHOST

The Home Of The GHOST

The Home Of The

GHOST

Dungeons Dank with rotting needs?
Not for us, my Friends!
Wails of Anguish, from fears unknown?
Not for us, my Friends!
My Friends!

Instead I plead,
Lift your eyes towards heaven,
Keep grasping for the spice that leavens:
Laughter, Tears, Emotions varied;
Light our way, while here we tarry.
My Friends!

Angels around to help us see,
that perfection, FINISHED, we will never BE.
But in your HEART, there BE the seed,
So trust your HEART!
And let it BE, for my HEART,

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