Layer by layer, cover by cover, inside out, hot and cold. Go deeper like the roots of the tree of life, grounded strong and wild, the ground is wet from the rain, smells of new beginnings and life, listen carefully weak one. Thinking to much, takes you to the illusion of reality, you lost your way, and you lost more, naive one, ego got hold of you, chained you to emptiness, what have you became?
An empty shell, a slave to the illusion of life. Wake up! Your soul is dyeing, its drained and poisoned by your mistakes of not learning. Wake up weak one, you are at cross roads, are you going to make a deal with the devil?
Kiss her lips and see…
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