The windows to the soul contain so much more
Like the life stream and manna flowing through doors
Each a path and union to self, a marriage of the divine
The Soul and the shelf, where the book of life is kept
There is nothing that melts, the carnage of war raging
Like knowledge and depth, running deeper than infinite
Eternal wealth, would you believe the kingdom's wealth
Is shared where the peasants are kept, the humble are made
The proud are destroyed, like a torment from the sky, a hell
Bound accord, destroying the nerves, enfeebling the heart, until
With last breath you beg from your core, a restart, so nurturing
The divine can be, if you open you heart unto thee, eternal law
Written before you were born, yet even Shaytan bowed to you
Whether he knew it or scorned, man the being of the divine
Made in his image to rule over the sublime, we repent, and lavish
Asking for forgiveness, trying our best not to miss the carriage
The world spins from many different angles, the angels assist us
With rods and rings around wrists loose golden bangles, forever
We are slaves, whether you like it or not, if not to divine, then to man
Choose your own destiny and heart, sprawled out in front of the World
The true believers soon will depart, parting ways shaking hands eternal
Return, a placebo, like sugar pill, distilled, heavens around us, write out your part.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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