Hymn & Advent !

Myth

 

I did vow to shake the temple 
I flew at the wooden pulpit 
To proclaim my new mortal entity.
I can't worship three gods.. 
I can't appease the mass..  
I have my own trinity.
Body, mind and soul ..
Three miracles shaped identity .
Then comes the truth..
One Lord deserves sanctity. 
All humans are his servents ..
All ask his blessings ..
All ask his proximity ..

  • Author: Myth (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 24th, 2023 14:48
  • Category: Spiritual
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