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There will be transcendence on the shores of my qualms.

My apprehension will plummet into the abyss.

The Eye of Horus observes my dormant soul.

My veins feel Odin suspended from the Tree of Life.

He is captivated by the message in the runes.

This is spiritual, not physical.



Violet shrouds my psyche.

Your crooked judgment is only misunderstanding.

I can hear the trees whisper to the stars.

I can feel the stars accommodate the universe.

I am spellbound by the hidden realm.

We are insignificant in comparison.



The negative vibrations of selfishness attack this earth.

Its aura flickers under the burden.

I fold my weary eyes to this one.

Behind those shades I behold the astral.

This is where my soul will linger.