Fold your hands slowly for the third antichrist,
Boldly and wholly for the last dance,
So theta your clouds can hope it’s the first.
You return in a storm holding the tide,
Alone in a moon of nights,
Someday, I swear you’ll save the world.
Fold your hands slowly and boldly,
Floating like a shark in the ocean of thirst.
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