In the dept of solitude
I see salvation
Shrouded by ignorance
That we’ll never comprehend
To be born again
To neglect the restless sin
is to let go and fall into solace
Where the quiet and peaceful void began
Look into the light
And relinquished impulses,servitude,conformity,and death
If father says it’s true it’s realism
,but listen to father he pleads silence
Those are words of wisdom
We shall listen,but diminish every unspoken word of equanimity
We mold a sensibility called “religion” to maintain sanity
We take it upon our self to create mercy,and hell;we call it humanity
Heaven isn’t far;a mind state a way
A perception capable of manifesting
All it takes is believing
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