In with the good, bad at its' back.
A God of Air, with pertinent facts.
Back against the wall, the Elohim pull through.
A Satan, in which, I already knew.
The sky that rises, I look, then flew.
A twin flame that continues to stick like glue.
In which, I rule, no point of being fake.
Not understanding what is at stake.
With fate, that's late, we choose to be great.
Happy Birthday, in which, we have chocolate cake.
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