War of Souls to Harness Life

So weak the filter: and so strong the Light. We pause and
Dance; and dance and hide. She spoke of passion: a
Cryptic wave; and misty eyes, a need to ‘cess.  Why
Visit us, oh Mighty Sword; and cleanse the sin, my tempt
And drug. The Spirit wills, a wounded palm; and sky to
Womb, a vatic psalm. We love and die; and die to love; and
Treasure wise, a prayerful rug; and deep the curse: the
Earth of self: a mystic key: the caves of wealth. My tragic
Love, the gift of life: a store of jewels: the mind of Christ;
And motion rich, a troop of hertz: an attic tear, a cultic
Birth; and desert clouds, the warmest rain: the light of night:
A roaring flame. Indeed a myth, contains the heart; and
Welkin vibes, induce a spark; and thus the ache, to fathom
Light: the war of souls—to harness life.