At The End Of The Times

When the time comes
Do not let me through the hands
Of the lord of the flies
And the prince of the the demons
Take me in your wings
Gently to paradise
Whether I am awake or asleep.

Remind me to shed my old self
Into the blossom of Beelzebub
And lighten your yoke
As I fly away
From the ugly surface of this earth
O' Aeolus I pray.

by Tony Adah

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