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Contributed by
Bsteel
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Monday, 27th February 2006 @ 10:19:39 PM in AEST
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A small nook, a quick blessing, a small revelation, a giant obstacle,
How could your senses even percieve a soul?
Beyond words is the other world maybe more real,
I envision its like trying to see in saltwater,
Yet there is this small ball crawling form within that is immortal,
An encapsulated globe, inside our DNA, something the Human Genome project couldn’t probe,
Couldn’t pinpoint spirit, but if you could map it I would imagine it be like a battle ship, microcosm of the world we live in,
The soul rolls like infinite circles, where inside pie,
Is numbers for designed afterlife,
Only after strife where glory lie,
Only through peace where prudence might,
Override pride, like muddy tides on a sparkling beach,
Can we learn to fly, when its do or die,
Maybe only the strongest souls survive,
Maybe you have to have faith at the exact moment when death hits that bell rings,
Pull your essence from your veins your frame, find that inner space that is immortal,
A little nook, slip through the portal, one more look then lose all senses to your soul.
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Bsteel
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2006-02-27 22:19:39]
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