Who Is Your Master
Spinning around self
and sun that sets
feeding life on clock
preset to end
dividing day
from night
work from rest
cradling in one lap
life and death
and all that is of earth
returns to earth
when veil descends
and all around is light
the soul ascends
to Sun without a night
and if its halo
by unbelief
was dimmed
will fall into the pit
against its wish
drawn by same strings
that held it in sin
for love is free
and soul
that’s dead inside
is puppet
of the masters
outside
life is love
and love
life eternal
paradise.
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