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Fearless
Fearless
Miracles can move mountains yet fear halts the moving soul. Fear is just the bruise reminding you of the pain that is not there anymore:
If the heart is love then blood is its gift. Yet pain is vain and will slice at the vein to gain every bit. So my heart I still give but my scabs are molted in steel for pain will never steal from me again.
Shielded in scars, decorated in battle wounds polished with the blood of the heart that never stops beating the next rhythm to the finish-line that I'm constantly racing towards wether I like it or not... so fearless I shall remain.
Claustrophobia exists beyond a perimeter that is non-existant.
Suffocating from implied standards that are aboriginal to Original breath, forever is my Ether therefore such barriers are made to be broken... I simply breathe to break them.
We 'inhale' to remain 'in hell' and the only calculated exit is suicides door and behind it is a missing floor. Therefore I sit near a cozy Kundalini fire with a spirit full of marshmallows, singing freedom songs... "lightening, thunder and brimstone" waiting on the arrival of my next flight out.
At 'the feet' is 'defeat,' therefore above I stand fearless like a rock that could never be shook, broken nor moved. And if this mountain moves, it is only by way of a miracle because Miracles can move mountains yet fear halts the moving soul. Fear is just the bruise reminding you of the pain that is not there anymore. The 'mira-cle' is who the 'mirror-call'ed. You who stands before it!
Fearless
Fearless
Miracles can move mountains yet fear halts the moving soul. Fear is just the bruise reminding you of the pain that is not there anymore:
If the heart is love then blood is its gift. Yet pain is vain and will slice at the vein to gain every bit. So my heart I still give but my scabs are molted in steel for pain will never steal from me again.
Shielded in scars, decorated in battle wounds polished with the blood of the heart that never stops beating the next rhythm to the finish-line that I'm constantly racing towards wether I like it or not... so fearless I shall remain.
Claustrophobia exists beyond a perimeter that is non-existant.
Suffocating from implied standards that are aboriginal to Original breath, forever is my Ether therefore such barriers are made to be broken... I simply breathe to break them.
We 'inhale' to remain 'in hell' and the only calculated exit is suicides door and behind it is a missing floor. Therefore I sit near a cozy Kundalini fire with a spirit full of marshmallows, singing freedom songs... "lightening, thunder and brimstone" waiting on the arrival of my next flight out.
At 'the feet' is 'defeat,' therefore above I stand fearless like a rock that could never be shook, broken nor moved. And if this mountain moves, it is only by way of a miracle because Miracles can move mountains yet fear halts the moving soul. Fear is just the bruise reminding you of the pain that is not there anymore. The 'mira-cle' is who the 'mirror-call'ed. You who stands before it!