The Golden One

Through the whipping Rains

The singing Winds

The Rumbling grounds

The lightning sound

I can be found.

 

Through the screaming words

The swinging fists

The haunting alone

You can endure

 

In My eyes

Through My touch

With My Breath

You can be healed

Pray to Me

The Golden One

Apollo

Written by Kaylus the Grey

 

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