Wounded, unannounced, not warned
to confront the logistical
destroyer of fathom fragments
formed from superficial
men-astrology of non-organic
particles destroying earth
core.

Trader of truth am not, only a
vessel of energy pouring forth
power through the mind's well-swept
portrait of knowledge, hidden
beyond knowing.

What we conceive in truth, can take
away illusions of destructive forces
recurring by an impulsive pause
in time and space.

Launching instructions shall not
be the announcer of hope, retrievers
of faith shall be the saver, not
superficial devices to terminate
human survival.

We practice too much, with the ability to
impress another for the sake of ego
raising the above understanding to accept
what we should practice within
the divine shelter of ourselves
to conquer the love that surrounds
our imprisoned thoughts.

We are the wounded, we cannot
be destroyed letting pride rule
our beautiful world of love and
peace.

In time and space, the good shall
survive!


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