Read my words of sound,
lift my soul up off the ground.
I want to fly with the eagles up high,
touch the Angels in the sky.
Fly me out of this universe,
with a touch of sublime verse.
With earth's gravitational pull
my mind sheds restricted rule.
Take me out of this prison of a head,
help me soar with freedom instead.
One minute of word joy,
trips a mind out to deploy,
to worlds unknown,
tripping on the way prone,
all the way gone.
Together we can explore everything,
either rule or fly with nothing.
This world is ours,
from the low to the highest towers.
Dare to spread your wings,
lets fly with God's and kings.
My poets of peer,
lets move beyond here.
Nothing to do but do it,
fix our minds to ensue it.
The Holy Book can take one to God,
words of scripture did their part.
Words of write,
sublime in
might!
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