Vessel
I am a vessel of the universe,
My fingers glide heavenly while the Gods are creating verse after verse,
My soul and mind shall live on way after my body is rotten in a hearse,
The gift of the Gods always a blessing and never a curse.
Letter after letter my being gets lighter and lighter,
The war is just beginning and I dedicate myself as a spiritual fighter,
With pen as my spear and paper as my shield I kill swiftly like a sniper,
Following the path laid out by my forefathers and their ancestors.
A warrior fighting under both moon and sun,
My mind and spirit enjoy the ride in the form of human,
Waiting patiently as I observe and learn,
The secrets of the universe that are passed down from the heavens to man.
COPYRIGHT. freeflow 2016
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