Words That Came To Me
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Thou speaketh this unto thy power:
The soul is true self, sure in itself.
The individual of the soul that
separates itself is lost,
Doth hinders its flow towards
becoming an entity of own-self.
If it fails to improve itself, what then?
Then it reincarnates, or rebirths,
that it never shall fail while beit the night.
And the day, only ever as old as eternity.
Is but a day to stand in its glory,
And a night to make rest in,
Absolution of all on earth, of guilt in
the crucifixion.
I give unto all, my life, I shall lay it down,
That I may take it again.
No man taketh it from me,
For I lay it down oft myself,
Power I have to do so.
And power to take it again.
Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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