The pyramids inside those dreams.
Rays of light reached to the sky.
The constellations all stood still,
As she kindly whispered why!
"All the devastation,
all the endless cause of pain.
It's sown into the fabric,
the karmic light that we obtain.
Written by our own sweet souls,
so many moons ago.
It's everything that we must be,
and all we'll ever need to know".
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 8:26 PM UTC
The pyramids inside those dreams.
Rays of light reached to the sky.
The constellations all stood still,
As she kindly whispered why!
"All the devastation,
all the endless cause of pain.
It's sown into the fabric,
the karmic light that we obtain.
Written by our own sweet souls,
so many moons ago.
It's everything that we must be,
and all we'll ever need to know".
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