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I ignore the walls when they speak Nevertheless, tonight they have eyes They watch my every move A trotters dance, of togetherness Forgetting the reason we are here I will win and conquer my privacy You can't destroy what you can't see I am the glory of my day I am God's pet!!!
The Spirit Is Willing Through painful trials, seeker’s soul reborn Deepest pain kindling the soul’s ignition Follow the path supplicants’ feet have worn Transformation’s crux, soul transition Our defenses and walls cannot let in Sacred blessings of the gods and spirits Impenetrable, much to your chagrin They cannot touch your heart if you fear it Mortification, a tribulation Humble display of the supplicant’s worth A spiritual emancipation, Pain always accompanies any birth These transitions in few modern nations Our world, rare rites of initiation 5.