Buddha's Fist, Christ's Love and Krishna's Wisdom.
I stand strong, rain or hail, storms may come, with dark clouds and thunder, hatred and anger, struggles and hunger, rejection and scorn.
Yes I am being disappointed and mocked, a victim of prejudice, snobbish and despised, by society and friends, left alone, to suffer some more, tomorrow may come, as painful as today, misery is my friend, a cousin to my loneliness
Ancestors are no more, in this path of solitary, awaken my mind, spiritually I rise, kundalini ascension, conscious of my God, the kingdom within me, aware i'm not alone, surrounded by cherubim, i walk with higher celestial beings, extraterrestrials, divine heavenly friends,
My family is above, my help will descend from heaven, a mystical vision, illuminating my mind, i'm quite enlightened, i'm content with my situation, this sorrow is my joy, the only way to Truth.
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