The pain of separation strikes fierce, like a tree,Split by the lightning of duality.Branches shatter, roots tremble with fear,Tears flood my vision, the veil seems near. Yet in the storm, a silence descends,A stillness eternal, where sorrow ends.For though my eyes weep, my soul takes flight,The Third Eye awakens, beholding the Light. The thunder of …
What if hell was the sky, and heaven the pit,And the devil wore robes while the angels split?If the preacher pulled triggers and the dealer said pray,Would you still bow your head or just look away? What if pain was the cure and joy made you sick,And the saints packed heat with a crucifix?If your …