By my own closed mind, poisoned images, self imagination Sense of reckoning halts its gestation Attitude and feelings unable to relate The iron barrier
Situated in the present, alive in the moment of now Separated from attachment, gone but not forgotten What is meant to be inevitably will be Destiny
Through the abundant life Your ability release my infidelity Swollen ovaries of temptation Shall I dare submerge my self with this obsession? Trapped
The silent image of a poetic light The crescent moon enhances the blackened night My eyes are bound to the beauty that I see The moon's magnetism, it
I exit, yet still exist Intoxicated with the senses of life An awareness, an example In this world, I am god Picture minds eye, to stimulate the nuclei
We do not die, we only change All must die before their rebirth As fruit must rot to release its seed Soul transmigration from divinity To the mutable
Observe sacred form with reverence Thoughts enthroned with a deep lust for life Serve her sacred form with reverence Thoughts enthroned with a deep lust
All my thoughts, are unfocused All my thoughts, are unfocused Help me focus the distorted My conscious span is spun All my thoughts unfocused A collage
Situated in the present alive in the moment of now separated from attachment - gone but not forgotten what is meant to be inevitably will be, destiny
Clot - by my own closed mind poisoned images self imagination - sense of reckoning haluts its gestation attitude and feelings unable to relate the iron
Through the abundant life your ability release my infidelity swollen ovaries of temptation shall I dare submerge myself with obsession ? trapped by lust
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The silent image of a poetic light the crescent moon enhances the blackened night my eyes are bound to the beauty that I see the moon's magnetism - it
I exist yet still exist intoxicated with the senses of life an awareness, an example in this world I am god picture mind's eye to stimualte the nuclei
We do not die - We only change All must die before their rebirth as fruit must rot to release its seed soul transmigration from divinity to the mutable
All my thoughts are unfocused. help me focus the distorted - my conscious span is spun all my thoughts unfocused - a collage of thoughts in my mind help
Observe sacred form with reverence. Thoughts enthroned with a deep lust for life Serve her sacred form with reverence. Thoughts enthroned with a deep
