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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Written: October 05, 2023 ___________________________________________________________ Where the paradisiacal angels reside. A myriad of creatures, ebony and betide A dinkum dissolute and a discreet divine, A degree of dexterity, a denizen decline Amidst the mahatmas and zeitgeist calls, An indweller quests for lyricism thrall. A martyrdom route, an incubus chase, Eristic battles in the realm of grace A proponent of verity, a wraith of anile, Sought to indwell the hearts of enamel. A sip of soma, a savor of seraglio supine, Agnostic beyond, for the geist did shine. Destructive metempsychosis, a mortal plight, Internal battles, seeking inspirational light. In the realm of the departed, desolate cries A crybaby tears, but awe-inspiring skies Departed souls, once heartsick and heartsore, Find solace in the trust they restore. For in the internal depths, a spark ignites. And as the decedents rise, their souls bear flight. Absolve afreets, the anxiousness abides, Embrace the beatitude; sublimity resides. Rawness of a sentimentalist, troubadour song, The immanence of duende is pantywaist wrong. In the realm of the spiritual, the snarl of sin, Is replaced by beatitude, the soul's win. Spotless and unsullied, cleansed of all pain, The spiritual journey is the ultimate gain. They sully the cosmic force with opulence. Yet, the sunny glow of bliss starts radiance. A troll in the netherworld, forlornness abounds, In the cognition of theosophy, the soul rebounds.
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