The Purity of Immaterial
The meaning of the feeling of death
Is fading in the shadow of life,
Destroy the illusion of depth
In the image of your pure so-called wife.
You, soul, are eternal so fly
To happiness and azure bliss
And let there be no dark clouds in the sky,
Don’t fear cold void and abyss.
Let your body stay in the mud,
Among shadows of color devoid,
Its punishment being its blood.
Why can’t you this prison avoid?
With emotions that tear existence,
On this rocky planet you’re cursed
To wonder and search for the essence
Of your sacred nature, dispersed.
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