i am buried in ancient hope no reprieve
between student and master the red goat horns
of old in the whirling winds of the fire of hope
the first decree for the unborn soul blue blue
was the confusion of hope green green
though the soul unborn
it has always been here red red

hope master of human soul
hope does not come from god
blue blue hope goes up
to god fire fire
imagine hope in need green green
faith born from hope white white

i am in heaven
my hope is in heaven
my faith comes
from my hope
so
i
am
in
hea
ven

brilliant, of course, (as always anyways)!
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good one JIm