Through a forest of black trees.
I ran in the dark after the dead man
who held the balloon of mysteries.
I know nothing as I go
through the shadows of night,
but only of the balloon's glow
that was so bright.
I know not of the seven
stars that shine in the sky,
nor anyone of heaven
that loved me as days passed by.
But I forget them because of this dead man
who held this mysterious balloon.
And oh how my lust for this balloon grew more as I ran,
not knowing I would face death very soon.
I've abused the seven days
that God has given me,
So shall I die in darkness where I should be.
*The seven stars are the seven archangels.
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