The Spark of Divinity

Seeing all that was his,
I will not pray.
To let your tears fall where your soft hair lay.
As none cared of a divided thought,
With boiling veins and crushing hearts, I watched it fall…

Fleeing from karma’s wrath,
She drowned herself,
And found an easy path to death and hell.
...to death and hell.
All blurred and heavy
in some perfumed wise.
Your ghost bleeds over
my face and eyes.

I live with open sound.
I live with open sound.
I live with open sound.
She came toward me in the flowing air.
A shape of changed, encircled by its care…

Before I ever breathed in that dream,
My mind remembers from a deeper sleep.
My dreams divided on a point of fire,
And I learned from I.
...from I.
Like my hate for you,
I sang within a flame.
Anguish is always there,
Next door to pleasure.

Your mind can never change, unless you ask it to.
In helpless prayers, a hope lives on…

Man 1: “You never left to live out the day…”
Man 2: “Its fear of god that made us that way…

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pray
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pray
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pray
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