Staring at me
Looking into my soul
With eyes as white as snow
As blue as the skies
And as clear as glass
Searching to find my lost soul
In this empty shell
Once alive in art
The sights of the gods
Shall we worship?
Shall we start an ablution
Are we worthy?
The rush of inspiration awakens
The sightless sights of the gods
Orisha’s eyes!
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Jun 3, 2022
Jun 3, 2022 at 5:18 PM UTC
Staring at me
Looking into my soul
With eyes as white as snow
As blue as the skies
And as clear as glass
Searching to find my lost soul
In this empty shell
Once alive in art
The sights of the gods
Shall we worship?
Shall we start an ablution
Are we worthy?
The rush of inspiration awakens
The sightless sights of the gods
Orisha’s eyes!
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