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Invoke
Designed to flaw the air
a small breath and I hear the the whispers
hush now it's the child of scorn
Born to err
invoke the power
and spell
Sow the need
and reap
Stirring the aether
I rise from the mortal
touching the sky
the immortal shimmers
A corrupt vision of faith
lest I forget my own face
a small breath and I hear the the whispers
hush now it's the child of scorn
Born to err
invoke the power
and spell
Sow the need
and reap
Stirring the aether
I rise from the mortal
touching the sky
the immortal shimmers
A corrupt vision of faith
lest I forget my own face
Published 11th Jul 2024
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11th Jul 2024 4:24am
The power of the unspoken words sometimes reveals more than what we can see before the deepness of the truth, can be reveal as our thoughts are invoke like many levels of thoughts from our subconsciousness 🙏.
🪬 SHAMAN 111🪬
🪬 SHAMAN 111🪬
