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Author: Grey Fisherman
Fiction Rated: T - English - Spiritual - Reviews: 3 - Published: 04-15-05 - Updated: 04-15-05 - id:1886772

This trash
This sty

This collection of waste
I have
Collected all
This simple garbage
And I call it mine

Ignore the realm of spiritual, embrace this
Innate desire
To consume

Corrupted faith will render truth
When humbled and collected into

I have
Collected all
This simple garbage
And I call it mine

Manifest your wrath

Your hunger leaves you vulnerable
Your envy makes you a target
You must be humbled and collected
For your sins to be
Reborn as grace in his eye
Reborn as virtue in your truth
The truth of thieves and killers
The truth of martyred sinners

I have
Collected all
This simple garbage
And I call it mine

The flesh is weakening

Pain, negative emotion
Destroying your belief in yourself as the
Barriers in life ferment forever

This trash
This sty
This collection of waste
I have
Collected all
This simple garbage
And I call it mine

Manifest your will
Disconnect yourself
The flesh is weakening

This trash
This sty
This collection of waste
I have
Collected all
This simple garbage
And I call it mine

I have
Collected all
This withered memory
And I call it mine



© Copyright 2005 Grey Fisherman (FictionPress ID:113568).


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