Grip/Life


The human body is a mask
Put over the soul to contain the human Spirit
Press the release button
Cut the thickly anchored strap
Constantly tangling with the problems of Earth
The balloon floats
Up into the several layers of atmosphere
Until…
“Pop!”
The balloon goes
The surface gets a good slash
From the pressure of the thinning air
“I want your insides,”
The environment pushes and pushes
Earthly things can rise above
Becoming Warriors Of Love,
By accepting new changes
Beautiful Love from God lets the soul speak
Life can grip the human,
Or the human can grip Life
One choice, one Love, one World
Bodies covering the ground
Mask over all the souls

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