The hearts own fire within the breast
Alights the flame in every chest
Where freedom once burned far and wide
We see an endless crimson tide
Laughter was when worlds were made
When men fought with words and not with blade
For all fight for rights that are not given
Unless the flame be peace from heaven
For God is in the world of form
He is the drip, he is the storm
One in essence, two in form
The Master loves and is reborn
So fight for truth and never give in
To the schoolyard bully or his evil twin
The ego in us that feels ashamed
How can self image be ever maimed
I laugh at life and all that’s true
A flame from God I try to woo
So Victory may descend again
Upon the cellphone or the pen
That wisdom shine from every soul
And consciousness again be whole
Be strong, be power, be light again
On God’s scale you are a ten


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