Boxing Aeon
One of Many; Many in One
Curse me if you wish
Strike you I cut myself
Hate them hurt our heart
Instead, do your best
And watch our soul fly a little higher
We are each gods, aspects of the All
We do not see our own divinity
For it is not out there in their beauty
But inside your own lens
Your soul tells your body the painful truth
Let’s Light this grapevine like a Fuse
Fire the sour grapey whiners
Make them raisins of reason
Treasonous poison no more
No longer the truth they warp and abhor
Expand your collapsed boundaries
Like they were before the womb
We are infinity but we let them limit us
With their expectations that never expire
Only shape shift like a werewolf always hungry
Feel the frequencies of Truth and Love beating
Safe in the cave of our Angelhood
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