Gut wrenches
Pain wants to be exteriorised
Be scraped off cells
And space between the cells.
Pain wants to be exteriorised
Be scraped off cells
And space between the cells.
In his presence within
Rests His reflection,
I observe
As I ache to dissect
Chisel out all that's not
My or mine as entity.
I reach to knife -
And hear the heart cringe
Stop!
To harm life
Was not for what
You're born.
You've signed the vow
To let live
Give, not take life.
The sentiment to serve
In love is all you've
To call your own.
To call your own.
This is your sole reason identity -
Rest all is perceived illusion
Of reality.
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