Relic
A freedom is with thee, If man calls it a sin shall they be perplexed when we know things are trivial? All things, land to the same- momento mori. Every relic of all cultures, every way to interpret- the translation of the soul The hieroglyphic explanation, or all dolled up in illuminated manuscripts Sisyphus Janus Indigenous fire you see my love, they all unfold- to tell the story of the soul.
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