Rebirth - The Tomulet Project....
I lift my head from slumber
I watch the multitudes
incarcerated in days,
Sundays, Saturdays,
worshipers of illusion
prisoners of self,
bowing like sheep before the knife
longing for freedom where none exists,
desperately needing words to show the way,
a ruler to enslave them,
imaginary, lasting, real, ephemeral,
Confusion as guidance,
needing each other as crutches, helpers
blindness among them they choose their leaders
blindly revolving in circles, around nothing,
illusions, never alone
never free, never knowing
Like a forgotten thought I sit in silence,
in shadows, alone, waiting to impart compassion,
living water to the lost, searching soul,
to the thirsty, escaped from the chains,
from the rules, the free, the lonely, the hurting

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Forgotten Gods

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