To be Gods

The sea folds and rise violently

Trying to reach heaven intently

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So thus the words in my head

It keeps me from going to bed

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They want to depart the dreaming

To be born to the world streaming

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They want to be read by the living

To aid them grow and be forgiving

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To carry their tears across the distance

To build their courage with persistence

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I am oblivious to all until it is written

As time passes my soul is being eaten

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As a blacksmith of the ink and paper

This sword will be sharpened by taper

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It will pierce through your immorality

And release you from your mortality

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For reading we are human beings

Transformed into gods with wings

 
 

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In my Home / Saturday

22-03-2014 / 5:45 pm