Wandering Fumes of Presence

Shadows are residue of the Light

Why be a thread of web when you can be a sinew of the spider

Better yet a dropplet of rain that dives deep in reaching the heavens

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My heat permeates the All

Choose a gate

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There is a part of God that dies

Even now I see the charcoaled Lepper

He wears the dead for a tomb

But mortification is His to own

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I am but a vessel invisible

Now you see me

Am I in the wax or in the flame

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Satan burns

An infinite rope of lost memories

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Check my temperature

Then you shall know that I was Lucifer

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Shadows are residue of the light

Why be a thread of web when you can be a sinew of the spider

Better yet a dropplet of rain that dives deep in reaching the heavens

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When scales evolve into feathers

Milky Way's DJ starts His set

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Cut off my Jain legs

Else turn me upside down

Drain the Temple of defiled blood

Let Ganga's skulls flow down my bangs

Place dry ice on the altar

It's time for bluebeard to shine

The Nile to release it's Ka

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Shadows are residue of the light

Why be a thread of web when you can be a sinew of the spider

Better yet a dropplet of rain that dives deep in reaching the heavens