Phoenix Rising
Phoenix rising
One can see the emptiness of ages in her eyes,
riding the beast of burden without disguise.
Dead to rapture and despair by daily routine,
taken another drag of smoke to be genuine.
Exchanging grieves for hopes by calling it insane,
which blew the breath out of light, in the brain.
This is not the freewill by purpose intended,
the dreams not taken through, but only surrended.
The trace of courage towards the light of heavens existence,
to feel the passion of eternity without resistance.
It is no good to blame the world’s blind greed,
filling oneself with envious poising seeds.
Slaving to the wheel of labour to become plundered,
disinherited by creditors promises ever wondered.
Giving away responsibilities to titled monstrous sweet talker,
to the point your soul-quenched body needs a walker.
Touch the upward light build in the everlasting dream,
and brake for once and for all the crimson seal.
It is not you in the prison; your soul knows no guilt,
it is the judge and the warden, who must keep this place filled.
Take a bath in the spirit of the divine flame,
and observe the circumstance place themselves to the same.
Thousands of saints will speak in one great voice,
knowing the fearless soul has to rejoice.
As long the mind is plagued by fears,
the doors of hell are open with echoes of cheers.
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