Holiness within
It suffocates me;
to see the dusty sky,
the unclean air pouring in,
collecting in my lungs and
transmitting the drones into my chest.
It seems all the purities were
sifted out of this world.
It seems this world needs a holy bath,
rather,
the holiest one.
I dream of a world,
where love could be inhaled,
where hatred could be exhaled,
where simplicity was the only religion,
where complexity could be measured with precision.
Can you generate the power within,
letting the holy waters from your heart,
spring up and sprinkle around,
to make the world of my dreams possible.
???
to see the dusty sky,
the unclean air pouring in,
collecting in my lungs and
transmitting the drones into my chest.
It seems all the purities were
sifted out of this world.
It seems this world needs a holy bath,
rather,
the holiest one.
I dream of a world,
where love could be inhaled,
where hatred could be exhaled,
where simplicity was the only religion,
where complexity could be measured with precision.
Can you generate the power within,
letting the holy waters from your heart,
spring up and sprinkle around,
to make the world of my dreams possible.
???
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