Pagan
OK, I confess, it’s been me all along,
It was I who did all the crime,
I am the serial killer of me,
Of murdering me every time,
The moon’s in bloom in its beautiful cycle,
I stood by the fire on the beach,
It was I who stood with both feet in the water,
Rebirthing myself with a speech,
And throwing away the last month of myself,
Rejuvenating the me inside me,
And listening to the water, earth, wind and fire,
Cleansing my soul to be free,
Yep, I am the one who kills every month,
Empties the soul that I had,
And replaces with a new, healthier me,
I’m a spiritual pagan nomad.
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