The gold cords that bind us
Seeps into our skin
Our gold string becomes Red
The pugnant type
Thick as an umbilical cord
As round as the auras of my balance
3 loaves of bread
6 pieces of grapes
Who would have though I would receive solace from the dead?
The living are highly deceitful in their actions
The Dead are beyond and around them
I look into your eyes
Will you let your fire flare?
Your love be known to the whole wide world?
Fight that evil of thy cats
Remember YOU are The Tiger.
The robe of the lord adorns you
And you MAY be upon that rock.
Close up your heart to the evil of confusion
And open your mind, so it may touch soul and replenish your body… The voice