I'm going on a travel
A travel to see the holy land
Grow some wings and sail
With the cherubim and the birds
Breaking the sky in two
Like the zealot I am
After the incineration
The snakes come out to play
The owls hoot and the waters swim
Under a yellow crescent moon I ride
Each year I say goodbye to more and more
Why was my soul sent into the world
Something special, I suppose
Why else would I be here?
I feel so free and alive
I've been brought back to fruition
Ultimate freedom has been achieved
I truly am something special
And I thank the son and his spirit
For giving my soul-life ignition
I sail higher and higher
Breaking the sky in two
Like the zealot I am
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Unwilled, and Other Poems
ПоэзияThis is a strange mix of poems. Some are about depression, gender identity, mythology, Communism, and there's even a few inspired by religious texts. The only poetry collection that has Ingmar Bergman, Buddhism and Ivan the Terrible in it. If there'...
