Everything was hard before. Easier, above the floor. I need no sleep, he needs some more.
Deep in ritual he aligns the four. Made of fools gold, quartz and more.Treading where n-one has tread before.
Broken cross turns tree of life. Simple end to the strife. Upside down is right side up. In black and white you're still a pup.
So come now to me my family. We're all free, when we choose to be.
So come with me, in melody, those that see and know their tree.
We all unite in unity, I'm you, you're me. No need to be afraid of me.
Die to self and live to me, and together we live in harmony.
Really enjoyed this, you've inspired me to write my poetry again after maybe 10 years