Elysian Plains from Daymares by Daymares

The dials were off from the start
Helix writhe and twist apart

And while I await my fate
So ordained
I fail to remain awake

One last turn around the spit
To appease the holy plaintiff

I curse the sea beneath
And I antagonize the sky
And the land in between
No less hostile

I outflank narrowly the cavalry
Cut the lines - rush off the beach
I push the years deep up into my cheeks
Send up my memory with Mercury

C’est étonnant, non?
Sans danse ou chanson
Every day the winds are strong
Tous les jours, ils sont forts
Every day the winds are strong
Tous les jours, ils sont forts les vents

Against the ground I shatter the glass
And I bathe in divine wrath
Daylight spreads at last
Once I achieve critical mass

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