Rosary Trees
This man travels through astral city,
He tells me that he loves me,
But cannot see me,
As he feels that I am not ready.
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It's like this man lies,
And wants a kind person whom he could sacrifice,
My mother always made me feel ashamed,
And no longer will I take any blame.
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When someone fibs, believe that is their vibration,
One where the tide is calm and okay,
Then it's destructive and blames,
The victim feels ashamed,
But this time, the shadow says we won't plummet, today!
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This man revisits and tells me I am making a mistake,
But the only wrongdoing is thinking that I could remove myself from the stake!
Dahlia's ego ravels itself like a trap,
One that maneuvers like a raft.
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The motive is the leech,
Where the insect survives upon desires and safety,
I am that security blanket that people need,
But they get rid of me when they no longer bleed.
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I see that I must continue my journey,
And that this man is not the destiny,
I feel nothing but ecstasy,
Then, I remind myself that emotions are a tyranny.
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There is no man that awaits near the edge,
The path becomes nothing but a wedge,
I will then join my weeds,
And have my soul circle of rosary trees.
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This man travels through the astral streets,
He tells me that he loves me,
But cannot marry me,
So, I let him be:
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And follow Hecate through the pretty trees.