#362

The Rose

Evil in tongue, crafty in ways thought divine 

Living life meant for another time, a prisoner of thought

Of self preservation, life without life 

Id drove the boat too close to the storm one fateful night

Fuck and leave turned to life stemming sieve

Taking the fire, the spark of life from deep inside 

Friends from life from freedom

Harvesting with demon light…that money, that climbing status 

Lost.

Truth lingers as has for years…realized, it’s an unfamiliar pull

Foreign in this sea of dubious intent

A strength of character, more than any muscle, a friend

Maybe more, connected in another time, 

Parallel love soaring, multiverse dancing, soul family rendered

Truth waits for break of chain 

Consciousness direct, disregard of societal thought, needed

Freedom is nigh, life remains, love remains.

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