I see spirits every single day
But not the supernatural kind,
I talk of spirits that come and stay
And dwell within your mind.
They feed on your essence:
Chipping away your purity
Making you known of their presence,
And destroying your rarity.
Dispel these spirits if you can
And go reclaim your promised land,
For this land does exist
All you must do is persist.
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Author:
Struggler (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 19th, 2021 10:41
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments2
One spirit dwells within me, the spirit of life. It needs not any revered book, no fone robes or wealthy church going middle class hypocrits to support it. It is the joyous spirit of creation.
What d a has said.
Andy
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