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 ..
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Author:
Myth (
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- Category: Spiritual
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