The ancestors in
heavens
The unborn in
the loins
The deaths in
the shadows
The magic in the
spells
The thoughts in
the grave
The peace in the
utopia
Can ne’er be
raided with rebels
It’s the natural
haven
From the fires
burning in the heart
From the flood
running in the mind
From indigestion
and constipation
From the force
of grimace
It’s the safety
from horror
It has its
horrors sealed
In breeding with
the lioness fierceness
Against the rape
by savages
Against all
entries unchecked
Settle in the
haven
And see the
ancestors chanting in the heavens
Hear the unborn
singing in the loins
See the deaths
dancing in the shadows
Feel the magic
burning in the spells
Know the
thoughts at the depth of the graves
And feel
The touch of
nature
The grip of
pleasure
Care not of
raiders and rebels
It’s safe..haven
But if you
unleash its horrors
You’ll feel
The claws of the
cats
The bites of the
snakes
The wrath of the
virus and
The terror of
the sleep
But if you
Follow the paths
and orders
You’ll know..
It’s the natural
haven
The pink fleshy
valley of pleasure and
The red haven of
–
The treasures of
life.
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