Humans, honor your hearts
Your soul is your lifeline
Feel it
Acknowledge your minds
Our hearts tend to get too big
Overtaking our vision sometimes
Believe in love always
Your body is a temple
Never let them just take it
Humans, honor your souls
for it is a string of the puppet
but this puppet has no puppeteer,
save your soul.
The idol temple was infiltrated,
and the gods inside deprived of their-
rubied eyes.
You, however, are a holier temple,
and the eyes a road to the soul.
Honour them.
- Authors: Amanda Klessig (Sunshine) (Pseudonym), PennedAI
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- Finished: October 8th, 2024 12:46
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- Category: Reflection
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