Bora born

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Lives long lived sense trends in real time as subtle
as moonlight; correspondences build, truth steers.
You pay attention or walk on in stupid
the choice always there for any empath when
evil slinks in as trouble's deceptive mime.

Compliments may bring out the worst in you like
mice who find a way into a shed's dry zone.
Opposites attract, a defense builds, such is
the way of life to maintain the balance of
goodness in truth, prescience of the divine.

In the conscious realms where destructive thought forms
ritualise the will in spite, death è come.
Bespoke by the diabolical thempla
succumb to a legion of influences
like backyard sheds where vermin call the long shots.

Thempla adepts from ages past smell the tell
when people eaters full blown have come to stay.
A shutterbug of do's and dont's tempt within
pathways of unintended consequences
habits pretend surreal toss, desires' ripe fruit.

Truth è come with a tear in the left eye as
neil diamond's Holy Holy renders in song.
Seek the sound when the diabolical have come to stay
voice up, send them back to source in a heart
beat, their folly owned by conscious pride.





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1st july 2022




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