Lion, Lion roaring through this core
Your gaze is mine and so we soar.
On top of mountain rocks, where furry legs are crossed,
Who dares to defy this royal heart of ferocity?
Where others meet, the so called “seers”
You and me, we’ve drowned in fears—
Teeth ripping through the flesh of hell
Now free from fire, we joke to tell.
These unwavering eyes have seen too much,
A hungry heart, we’ve stalked in dust
For that God, that so called Light,
In the desert of thirst
And then took flight.
Now reborn, the cub must crawl
As a child, innocently, through an adult door
This knowledge of purity is wrought
With gifts of the unspeakable sort.
When God took away my fears,
He turned me into a child.
When God gave me a life to take,
He took mine instead.
“I” was fake.
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