I'm not a slave m
-not of the flesh....
Who not taste bitterness of mortality
linger in darkness and doubt
Search bliss in rotten sand
cry mournfully for paternal land
Call me all; not a slave m
-not of the flesh.
Immortal lust away from sadness
away from grief; unloving despair
Unrecoiled desire in broken piece
Tear the pain of unwound wounds
Hung the path with tilted thorns
There will walk a fearless flesh
Call me all; not a slave m
-not of the flesh.
Tint of red on floor untread
Shake Heavens to raise head
Praise the soil...embrace grace
Strengths of rainbow will never fade
Gather again mortal fragrance
Build a stature worthy of remembrance
I'm all; not a slave m
-not of the flesh.
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