In the truth shall you remain,
Broken pieces of pain,
Everlasting dew of poisonous expression,
Before daring to learn the lesson
You were buried under depression.
See through the crystalline waters
Above the abyss of disgrace,
The moonlight shows the sons and daughters
Of this earthly race;
This is not a competition
Nor ours to claim,
Just dance on the rain
While the ego drains.
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