Ride into the night for love’s brightness to appear openly,
Snatch the crowd so boldly with the hands of right;
These days we distance the believers, so hard with fright,
May seasons of heavenly kingdoms reign and fight.
You own possibly all there is to know and conceive,
The god within you strikes hard and constantly;
Riding and laughing shakes, violates you when the night,
This goddess accompanying my time hears the sight.
Those worshipped presume a deity is above,
But the nights of loving and light cause spite.
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