Have you searched for the answer you hide

Don’t mean to dwell, but not a help to yourself, of material wants
Were invisible

So vivid, so sure, are you?

This world is yours?, to rule?, my skin turns cold of hubristic values
Sending a postcard from my mind

A nations band, driven by birthright?, driven by sin, by naked flesh

End your cries, before you come forever god sized, a passion for immortality, a quantum nectar

Inherit will, adopt and obey

Deliver you, breathe deep
Never leave, of the only certain, true ambition of life is death.

Ian V. Seymour ©2012

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