Oh crimson Sky your sea of red and your moon-lite beams as halos in the night how must you guide us tonight.
From the tops of the mountains
To the sea below
Do we follow or do we wallow?
Upon tough terrain
To the sinking domain
Do we swim or Do we sink?
Climbing high
To swimming low
We will find our guide down below
On ridges rough we ride again
On choppy seas we sail again
Oh Crimson Sky why are you so angry?
The world's apart but your angels are here
We slay the your red seas
We ride your moon beams
We are your guardians to protect the shallow ground
We are your soldiers to protect the this world
We are your guides to meet you in hell
Upon the fear of men
Faces below cry again
We have climb the highest peaks
We have swam the deepest seas
We have been around the world
To stop know one knows
Oh Crimson Sky do you dream?
YOU ARE READING
Poetic Tales and Philosophical Days: The Creator
PoetryAs the Creator my mind must speak and must share what knowledge I give
