Prototype type Zero: Triple :Body, Mind and Soul by Teresita Blanco

Prototype type Zero: Triple :Body, Mind and Soul 

by Teresita Blanco

 

The hunger…                    Within these thoughts            Siphoning the phantom

That lingers                        Plaguing on my moral          fostering vengeance

Draining our soul               Awakening us by                  Giving the breath,

Within,                                 Their angry song,                  To this lifeless clay 

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Awaiting the all                   Hiding again                        This without,

Working so hard                  with this machination           Is agonizing 

This crippling fall                We believe, we hoped         As our true nature

Hides for the grave               Ashamed to cope                Without meaning to

With our falling grains          As woeful blooms              Become vibrant

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It is this sage                          Our resonating mind         Who Animates this anima

That gave us hope                  With dreams of love          Taking her back home

Beating red rose                     Males our chest burst         Searching for repose

When it reborns                      Her crimson fire                 It is time to retire 

Into our tar…                         To petrify desire                 Blinded by this toiling

Faceless facade                      To be forever trapped        Graveling, embracing this soil 

Of the spirit’s body                In the mind’s Soul              Molding Body, Mind and Soul

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