The Core of Absolute
I want him to go.
Psychotic menace on the run.
Ranting, raving, haunting me at every turn.
Frantic, flaming, I can only let him burn.
Mind splitting anger, I am one,
With what, I don't know.
I feed on a grudge
The Lord is my true enemy
Because my guilt ridden soul He won't allow
To be housed in this body. He'd disavow
The fear of love's true reverie:
Ego, the poor judge.
It's not as if I didn't try, it really isn't.
To not want help(love) is to not understand what help(love) really is.
Love is the core,
I am love:
Therefore, I am the core,
and you with me.
We did not decide this.
We cannot change this.
This is absolute.
This is freedom.
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