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Unconscious Spirit

Unconscious spirit
                             I was left in the plain by my own body,
                                  Spiritually I had no knowledge
                         Of astral projecting into thee unknown realms,
                    Mislead to believe everything my ears encounter,
                         I was just an empty soul with no reason,
                  Not even umbilically attached to my mere human body,
               I left it with a ping of death and a summer of silence responded,
                       I was not even conscious of my own thoughts
                      But as soon as God found out I wasn’t in my body,
                     He sent a blade of lightning strikes through my spirit,
                    He never allowed me to taste nor visualize my illusion.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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June 14, 2016 at 5:48 PM
KHOMOTSO SEREO, well done, love the way U centered the poem. LINDA
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