Running through your bones
Neither warm, nor cold
A force so great, so powerful
It will never cease to tower over you.
The struggle is not the problem, the answer not the solution
Dust filled eyes, ominous pollution
A mere trap is laid, clouded we be,
Stay still, stay simple, amongst a sea of upward tyranny
We will proclaim, in battle, war, or times of scorn
You cannot beat me
Not my master, nor your slave, my being is secure
The transition is not hastened or premature.
In calmness and strength, think, feel, see, then it’s obvious
Belief
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