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Light, the colour of death, a life
Resolved. You always come back
To the place you started, when
They tell the story, afterwards
And what is not of this world
Will never be, and what is of this world
Will be once again. To dirt,
To ashes, I'll say goodbye
As the aura retreats inwards in waves
Once again. Shudder, bite, I hear
Something screaming in my left ear
And I leave the ground
I cant tell
What is dream, and what is real
Anymore.
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"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."
The Gospel of Thomas
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