Now we are blinded by the world that birthed us to see
There is perplexity in our bodies as we each breathe
Maybe if we laced our fingers entwined and made wings out of our mishaps
We could fly off together and consign to oblivion where we came from
We’ve said it in a multiplex of ways and a million differing times
But no matter how I tell you, you can’t believe my crimes
I’m a criminal among criminals
A murderer in the midst of thieves
A liar surrounded by players but I’ve got nothing up my sleeves
I have laid it all out for you piece by piece by piece
The misconceptions; false truths
Entangled in our own linguistics
But still you don’t believe
I’m a criminal among criminals
We live each day a lie
For when it comes to tell the truth
We all would perhaps rather die
Where is the rock that used to anchor me?
~DiosRaw, 09/11/21

With the answer of the soul
everyone can
human being
itself
and the world
see more clearly
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Most excellent.
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Thank you Bryan, appreciated. ๐๐ป๐ช
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On our embedded soul!
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So good to hear your voice.
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