Death of Thy Heart


Death is calling
Calling at me.
A warning not of thy tongue,
But of thy heart.
The moment mind and body part
O' like the sea of old
With Moses so bold
Down that path of soaked earth
Between the waves, a mist.
But now I see, oh I see
The truth that can be
Between mind and body,
Painting a masterpiece of art
By death of thy heart.

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