“Through poetry I have told the stories of my soul, as the universe, I am, and always will be. My soul expands once more, for I am fed the sacred fruit of knowledge, and love by my brothers, and sisters. Grasp my articulation, and reveal to me your soul, it is then you will see our souls are one. To know you is to know my lost self. To love you is to love the whole of my self. I have seen the seasons of your sorrow, and the precessions of your joy. I am truly blessed.”
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Oh wandering spirit of crime.
Return home to the benevolent abode of the truly divine.
You are but a lost self
aching to find refuge.
So you travel aimless in your journey,
for the world has shunned you,
and your brothers have turned their backs towards you.
Malevolence may seem like a sanctuary as you seek rest and nourishment,
but this home of yours has burdened your soul and your Divne self.
Return my troubled brother
a joyous welcome awaits you.
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Da*n, I really liked this one. You are welcomed back. Excellent write.
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