Apr 14 2011
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schism
and then my soul was chopped from me;
bright gem; thing i had nutured lovingly.
when i went to bed i set it aside
away from her, even, when that was right,
which mind led to disasters i’ll have you
know the truth about the matter now
was distant then, a glimmer in the glass
on sunday colored brightly and also
all that was good about those sundays when
i sat nervous and sinful at the pew
and then my soul was chopped from me.
know the truth about the matter now
from spiritual sages through the ages
and wisdom tested for eons and more:
there is no soul to cut all is the soul
sun and moon and it’s alright son it’s alright son.
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