Satan's Sibling - Beat

The pulse is quicker,
Than a minute ago,
My body is filled with power.
As I feel the beat,
Of years ago,
Of heaven and it's glower.
My feet move fast,
My mind moves slow,
There is nothing I can do.
For my heart is pounding,
And I am so,
Ready to find who flew.

Satan's Sibling

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