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Sharpened luminous swords of the inner sanctum
Sitting, folded like origami
In well designed pockets
waiting for signs, as thoughts cross by
listening to sirens and fires and storms
Mercy be the mind of the warrior
Mercy be the Thoughts of the Torn
Only complete Annihilation
when the sands of times align
Only complete rectification
When the stars throw daggers
into sands and see the mountains fall
into powdery dew
as warriors form
Strength is a constant state
impeccability a swords devotion
it has only the promise to slay, In perfect harmonious chords
As they sing,
Justice! Justice!
Justice! Justice!
to Signal the Pounding of Hammer & Drum
Those impeccable blades
those blood soaked mounds
Despicably irrevocably unadulterated blades
bringing forth blessed fruit
The mind can make mountains fall
when you walk As A Warrior
Disrupting dividing, unifying higher sight
flying third eyes into alignment of devas delight
Intent can crawl through anguish and birth tornados of flight!
When you walk,
As A Warrior.
When Justice speaks
The blades keep coming
When the warrior is called
your war will be lost before you wonder if it could be won
When times align
Everything as above
will show you the many steps below
when the Warrior is called,
You will know,
When Justice sings
She will let you see
she will set you free
The impeccable reflection
of your greatest shadowy windows
And what will be,
will be.
December 2017 Carrie Lynn Allison
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