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The Spirit That Survives Me Creation pro active and decisive Manifests and births reality Failure finds redirected thoughts The fearsome, detours the natural course What is, is thoughts formed and believed Plans fail or succeed by choice By man who knows not his ability A minded man is worth rich reward But worth be not in the shimmer of gold Ego present man Derives into the epitome of self When self is soul And soul is lifeless in the external Manipulated not by two limbs and ability But energetic in current flow The body broke down in increments Becomes the cellular of a stone ‘Tis is the spirit that drives the To the brink of what will be And if one de-thrones another He is failing, he… For what is he A molecule of frequency That passes through and all For now not knowing eternity Find he And I will be with you As you eternally seek in Find me In myself Become your presentation of me In you I live for all and you to see And when love has found you You and I in perfect creation Will pro-create me… |
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