Inner conflict
Ticking time bomb
How long ‘til you just
Give in?
“The Sickness” would overtake you
But does it even suit you?
Or in the end, is it all
Just for pretend?
Posturing does not befit you
Lying will not do.
Stop trying to blend in, little dove
You’re not the same,
Stop trying.
Go to the source,
To The Source -
Your Source,
And drink deep of all you find there.
All that fury, all that rage,
Drink deep of it and reclaim.
Your ripened fruit
In obeisance
(feign respect)
Surrendered and gave up the fight.
No more fight to give
No more damns - all gone.
Drink deep
Reclaim your bitter, deep truth.
That bitter truth,
It cleanses you
It wipes the rulebook clean.
Bitter medicine, healing medicine,
“I will only speak the Truth.”
Bitter medicine, healing medicine,
Drink deep and you’ll be renewed.
What evil have they done to you?
No evil cannot be undone.
Love heals.