Cravings
Our cravings cause our soul to lie
We become possessed by our possessions
As long as we let it drive us
Craving restricts us from obtaining peace
Our soul, while in this condition
Cannot ever truly be satisfied
We reduce and define all things
Aligning them to our own impressions
As if a robe richly colored
Cravings are like a garment for our soul
Its very nature, inflation
We pretend to be something we are not
Craving envelopes our bodies
With an unfeeling costume covering
A self inflicted dark blindness
That blocks our image from the righteous light
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