Embodiment of Divine
I saw the Jesus shine
When I was just 12 years old
Spread out in fields of gold
In meadows where the grass was long
I did not have to be strong
Only stand upright and fall down
To land on the softest ground
And puncture the collective dream
With that Sacred Moonbeam
Issuing only from the Source
I move and live without remorse
Because people will hang their heads
But lower mine and they are dead
I must be the avalanche
To remove the last tranche
From the basket of apples stale
Come the Cross and Impale



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