To Dreams and Beyond

How do we know what keeps us from our dreams?

When suffering comes, we must bear the cross;

To transcend the misery and break clean;

Certain that we must endure a great loss.

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To our risk, we look into the darkness;

Perhaps, to glean the slightest bit of light.

Leaping into the void, becoming mist;

Bearing our sin with virtue and true might.

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And when we die, our hearts pervade Matter;

Flowing through existence without end.

The world of corruption will shatter,

And Love will spread through all of us again.

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Forsaking this fight for hedonistic delight,

Will lead us to eternal damnation and night.

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