Heed the will of the true self,
Break free from the snare
Of the deluding mind.
At last, freedom attained
From the tyrant Satan,
The heart rises to contest
The wretched mind.
A revelation dawns,
A prophecy of the soul:
In my essence, I am
A manifestation
Of the Real.
MyKoul
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