Loyalty is an air pumping my heart to live,
It smells like the breeze in the midst of betrayal,
It tastes like apples in the garden of Eden,
It sounds like trumpets of angel Gabriel's presence,
It feels like a safety room in a Five Hotel comfort,
It lives like everlasting cross in St. Peter betrayal.
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