Desires to soar above the heavens
Wane by the hold of history
I wish a word or a line
Could free this mind,
Tangles in paradox and mysteries.
If only I could erase
Good and bad
Life and death
I would create a new reality;
Void of isms and the like;
Then a mind, uncluttered,
Would see angels
Even the throne of God.
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