Soul, Soul, where art thee?
I lie sleepeth, in the halls of
the underworld, as my spirit
roam freely, reincarnating
as different beings, going
in and out of existence.
When the flower of life,
gives life, my soul awakens
from a deep rooted sleep.
As I travel down the vine,
matter begins to shape
and mold me, as
a body awaits for my return.
Bright...
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