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You will not understand my bible. Nor my religious ensemble Because the experience of man Should not stockade the lamb. The holiest of holy Will not coax with their folly; Instead we laugh, We laugh at a deity so far off, Living with guilt. A primal lapse of living with out. Attached to the congruent self, The belligerent nod waging fear over life. Smearing adverse anxiety. We negate self love willingly; So love is not the engine, A beat down city pigeon, Feathers plucked by famine, Limping upon a drudged talon. Wings clipped by obscurity; Disheartened, love preys on insecurity. So we listen Without reason Waiting for a faint voice A hidden angel of observance Vanquished to your medial Awaiting resurrection of denial Denouncing the paved road Shedding the serpents load A callous exterior Boxing the ulterior When you fathom this ensemble When you see a flaming candle A string thwarted in wax Melting away the complex And when you fall for the fable You will understand my bible A clean page With each teaching sage
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 10:14 AM UTC
Precipice To Death - burning candle
You will not understand my bible. Nor my religious ensemble Because the experience of man Should not stockade the lamb. The holiest of holy Will not coax with their folly; Instead we laugh, We laugh at a deity so far off, Living with guilt. A primal lapse of living with out. Attached to the congruent self, The belligerent nod waging fear over life. Smearing adverse anxiety. We negate self love willingly; So love is not the engine, A beat down city pigeon, Feathers plucked by famine, Limping upon a drudged talon. Wings clipped by obscurity; Disheartened, love preys on insecurity. So we listen Without reason Waiting for a faint voice A hidden angel of observance Vanquished to your medial Awaiting resurrection of denial Denouncing the paved road Shedding the serpents load A callous exterior Boxing the ulterior When you fathom this ensemble When you see a flaming candle A string thwarted in wax Melting away the complex And when you fall for the fable You will understand my bible A clean page With each teaching sage
Huios
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 10:14 AM UTC
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