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Sometimes looking in a glass is the face of your oppressor
Thoughts build much like a prison wall
And Modiba calls you to freedom
The world seems to affirm what you aren't even debating
Just swallowing down hard on
Reaching for the preacher to teach her the verses are not good for the Sunday
Glancing at the pain through eyes seeing veins, wrinkles
Not the moonlight
Soft starlight gifted to a son out of reach
One day you reach to release and don't leverage, hedge bets on, fill frames on, ring the finger of grim reaper
Life is in the heartbeat, when your home
That moments alone
So how hard can they be if you are the worst of enemies
To temple, being and soul
Let us roll to the playdough, the correctness, effectiveness and miracles
Lying on the inside
Breathe in that outside vapour, most high praise to energy
Cleansing telling you are sure
The real thing
