'On The Tips of Mountains'
Something dormant, something alive, I step beneath the hallow trail outside~ You can see me, but you can't kill me ~and I'll give you a little time to run & hide "Step Off of my sidewalk!" screamed the (Queen Of Darkness)~ before the (Male oppressor) became their successor, and sorcerers undid sorcerettes ~And they wrote it along their book, Confusing every look of the teachings ~Minus what is left And now they stare with intimidations, call back, they forgot her balance for segregation~ just another added complication, stand aside me & watch them drown with infatuations ~the fixation of copulation, quite a strand to draw (rebirths penetration) I am but another mortal, yet my soul glows with a thought in which she would propose~ Deep into the eyes unknown to the beholder, within (the tribes of the wise) ~And now speaks undogmatized, straight to the creator of earthly presence & blue skys So (where art thou) oh divine creator?~ hiding inside the sacred tenet of Sator? Watching over the corners 'till the fifth omega?~ or were we still defending the Virginias? No Man or Woman know the date~ on the tips of mountains we wait...... Written February 11th, 2002 © on Feb 10 2002 07:21 PM PST 0 • 13
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"Something dormant, something alive, I step beneath the hallow trail outside~..."