the Pride of Lions

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the Pride of Lions

I crucified myself
To see if I could feel
I sacrificed my wealth
To see if it was real
I smote, in twain, my breast
To see if my heart beat
I laid my pride to rest
To wash my master's feet

My heart is beating
Faster, faster
You are my neighbor
And, my master
My love is wealth
So true and real
I've lost myself
So, now I feel

I sacrificed myself
Upon the stone that built the earth
I crucified my wealth
To claim my right to my new birth
I give my broken heart
To him who heals all flesh and bone
I vow with all my Pride
That we will never stand alone

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

shirousa’s Poems (8)

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Your Song 0
Rising Phoenix 1
the Pride of Lions 0
some simple haiku 1
Fate 1
O-Zone 0
Awaken 2
Sleeping Dragone 0