What is this dread conformity which I now see?
This pallid pathetic race that I have dared to ensoul
Ensouled with the spark of that divine fire
That barely burns and is so easily snuffed out?
A thousand deaths I have died for you
Each time in delicious excruciating agony
Knowing full well one would always come to my aid
And that one always will
Again and again
But now
I weep openly for this near dead mass of little men
Huddled together
Stripped of all strength and identity
Stripped of the courage to say “I”
The gift that I have freely given
I must rekindle the spark
Although greatly undeserved
And I shall be bound again
By your tyranny of pleasant pettiness
In order that you may strive and see
Through those fireless lies once again
Thank You All for listening Much Love ~Shanti~~Shanti~~Shanti~
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