GRACIOUSLY SOAR


Sealed in my amniotic sac, tucked away in her womb/
A fortress of reassurence and our seclusion from gloom/
A 266 day gestation an embryonic state of elation in total isolation/
A human creation secure from wordly frustration and wicked temptations/
A sanctuary where our soul is free to dance and embrace a spiritual romance/
A whimsicle ballet of innocense without any trace of self relevance/
Completly in tune with the rhythmic beat of a Mother's heart/
Surrounded by the knowledge that GOD never ment to impart/
Alive and aware... can you remember this life with no despair?/
Such a devine affair, to which nothing outside can ever compare/
We're free in her womb, yet when born we're confined to a tomb/
My soul yerns to dance once more...and graciously soar free as before...

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FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!!