
I find myself here, in the good place
Knowing more, knowing less.
Removed from mysterium,
Tore the Devil’s hand away.
A beacon, an axiom
A mountain, no volcano.
Come rest, watch the flowers grow.







I find myself here, in the good place
Knowing more, knowing less.
Removed from mysterium,
Tore the Devil’s hand away.
A beacon, an axiom
A mountain, no volcano.
Come rest, watch the flowers grow.