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Light My Soul

You march through the village with guns, missiles and rockets, and scrutinize the people, with foolish command that ravished the entire village before the break of dawn.

 You make appointment with the beast and spread treachery in the street; you have made a wedge in the fence and drove all the lions out of the den. The tension is growing high, and an oracle is brewing in the sky.

I have waited so long to cross the hole; I have waited so long to shed some light in my soul; but each time I make the mark you come with your hateful and poisonous thoughts and spread confusion in the dark.

Shed the light in my soul and reveal the lines that sit on top of the mountain; it will lead you to the temple of heaven; it is just one stone throw away, that connects the village situated a mile away. 

It looks like the alphabet “Y” and if you cross it you have to prepare to die. Look for the mound in the ground towards the mountain and it will lead you towards the entrance of the fountain, you can take a bath in the spring before the hazardous journey begins.

Shed some light in my soul and discover the transcript of old; examine the markings on the wall and use a toothpick to trace the lines that will show you the date when heaven falls from the sky and land next to the passersby.

 There is a disruptive beam that you must pull out from the scene, it will hamper the sound and make the workers frown, shine the light in my soul and clean out the black hole, meet with the messengers in the night and you will receive the sentiment for the greatest fight.

Here I am in this blatant heat learning how to sing and how to mix the colors to reduce the sorrows, the rainbow only appears after the rain and the sun only appears when it wants to light up the place, follow the trail and it will take you to the end of the gate.

The tunnel is black, but the light will pull you out of the dark and show you where to walk. There is a big center piece in front of the gate so hurry and don’t hesitate and when you get there, turn on the big pipe with a drill before the oil starts to spill.

Come and shed the light in my soul and get me out of the water hole. I am barely hanging on to life and I don’t know how long I will survive, some people are on the other side they are crying out for help, and you have to get there before they fall into the well.

 There is an entrance next to the tunnel and there is a gate that will take you to the top of the stairs, if you can find the entrance, you must move slowly, or the wall will give way.

I wake up this morning and find myself singing, I don’t know where I was, but I kept holding on to my song everywhere was pitch dark and no one was around, then I realize that an earthquake had hit the ground and demolish the town. I sat there and try to breathe fresh air, but the walls around me starts caving in.

I didn’t know what to do so I follow the imagery line that led me to the ceiling, and I clench my fist with all the strength in it and punch a hole in the ceiling and the light breaks through and suddenly I emerged from the dark.

Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2024

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