Walking the mile with the wind clutching my voice
I had no choice
My brothers too far to feel its vibration
I feel hesitation
I look to see blind backs eclipsing positive reception
Worse than poison and contraception
The tears of pain roll towards the inevitable destination
Creation of a new sensation
When lightening strikes I’m shocked with the light
A vision of a fight
What chance is there for the seed shaded by the tree
All of a sudden, ranking can’t be seen
Cascades of blood ready to drop and drown me
But faith parted the red sea
The pace quickens in an attempt to escape causation
No fear creates liberation
The moon creates the moisture and sun forms the dew
Consciousness creates truth, does it create in you?
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