I am a disciple of love
And I've visted the
Ignorant temples of hate
I've walked down the road
and back again
I've argued and won and lost
battles with fate
I've sat by the devil
with his face full of tears
I've swam and I've drowned
In the salt and the lust
hidden within
I've lost the poetry of this god
and that god and found
The meaning of dreams
in the void on the page
I've choreographed the unwritten
time and space
between the heart beats of love
I've placed leaps and pirouettes
on its pulse and its flow
I'm stuck in the moment between
infancy and death
I struggle to understand the hatred
breeded by man
When in reach of every breath
Is the definition of compassion and kindness
And all they want to breathe in
Is their loathing and fear
When you are ready to
set your mind free
Just look to the stars and the sun
and the moon
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 11:30 PM UTC
I am a disciple of love
And I've visted the
Ignorant temples of hate
I've walked down the road
and back again
I've argued and won and lost
battles with fate
I've sat by the devil
with his face full of tears
I've swam and I've drowned
In the salt and the lust
hidden within
I've lost the poetry of this god
and that god and found
The meaning of dreams
in the void on the page
I've choreographed the unwritten
time and space
between the heart beats of love
I've placed leaps and pirouettes
on its pulse and its flow
I'm stuck in the moment between
infancy and death
I struggle to understand the hatred
breeded by man
When in reach of every breath
Is the definition of compassion and kindness
And all they want to breathe in
Is their loathing and fear
When you are ready to
set your mind free
Just look to the stars and the sun
and the moon
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