ehowton (ehowton) wrote,

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The Mystic's Box

Preponderance of dreams
Knelt in supplication
Inward pointing state
Guided meditation

Eddies of Frankincense
Curling up in the smoke
Lifting sprits gently
A false sense of hope

The Mystic's Box sits still
Auspiciously idle
A reverend approach
An empty idol

Wailing ensues promtly
With great gnashing of teeth
Depth of the soul revealed
A cleansing so to speak

The lump of coal long dead
Your clothes have all been rent
Laying exposed now
Forest as your tent

Sins are washed; outlook high
A transcendental bliss
The Mystic's Box cold
Forfeit the angel's kiss
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