Body and Soul
I saw a man,....
with half a Soul,
half dead,
half alive,
half wanting,
the other half consuming
the drugs of pain,
yet resistance, avoids him,..
engorging.......
the Soul, the plug of life.
The epitome of existence,
was being destroyed by,..
annoyance of life.
Desecration of the D.N.A. system!
Abuse of the vessel
that proves his existence.
His body,
Without your body,
what does the Soul
plug into?
where does the Soul go?
once the body has
been desecrated,
and left Soul less,
how does it communicate
without the body?
how can the body
communicate ................
without the Soul?
It took time to desecrate
the Soul and make it half.
it will take time to
awake the Soul, to it's
original state.
Your Soul in your hands,
your Body it's Temple.
© Glen Harris March 2011
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