To break the ice, that collects on a calloused mind
I'll pay the price, to tell my heart the achings fine
I'll find the light, that pierces veils undone
You might assume, I'm wandering the Earth
While making blooms, that blossom from the turf
Soon I'll resume, to voyage and abstain
From all the doom, that pours into this brain
I've faltered few times, you know the proof is there
I've lost at halftime, when fighting wasn't fair
Thought whose to guide me?
Provide and redesign me?
Supply and ill-define me
This message is so rare
The funny fictions, I'm always holding close
The crucifixion, the father son and ghost
I'm steady sifting, through literature for answers
Was found a few times, within their written stanzas
Like Doc Manhattan, my power sits untapped
I shake the bondage, potential floods the tap
I'll birth the galaxy, the milky way realities
The head of church and salary, and still recieve no dap
This fossil fuel, it circulates my lungs
Lingering sweetly and powerfully undone
Mediate freely, until the war is won
Meditate deeply, and fly into the sun
I'm just a loner, whose living short of breath
Yet whose to find me? in shelters that I slept
I seek a vision, connecting heads to toes
The crucifixion, the father son and ghost
The crucifixion, the father son and ghost
The crucifixion.
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