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Wondering old soul

You’re tired and weary

Your body is young,

But your soul has seen so much

It’s okay,

Rest now,

Go to the Ank,

That to which your soul will return,

Life,

Is pain and suffering

Hidden within joy and love

It’s a never ending cycle,

Birth, suffering, joy, suffering, exhaustion and,

Death...

Death is such a painful truth...

but this wondering soul no longer fears it,

Do you have faith?

Oh wondering spirit?

What do you believe?

What if I told you no one was wrong?

And yet everyone was wrong?

Being a good person is the most important thing in Life.

It’s the same for death.

Good deeds get rewarded,

Bad deeds get punished,

It’s okay to believe,

It’s okay not to believe,

Oh wondering spirit,

What do you want to believe?...

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I want to rest,

I’ve been on this earth for over 6,000 lifetimes

And while I don’t remember them

I feel the tiredness of them all

This is my last life

My last reincarnation

Then I shall truly ascend to whatever is next

I’m scared

I’m eager for it

I don’t want it to happen

And yet I want it to finally be over

I want to live

But I can’t wait to die

My tears could fill a sea

My joy could liven up a grave

I have felt so much,

And yet I want it all to become numb

This is my last life

And it’s nearly time for it to end

I have traveled so much

So frequently

I have no home

Never staying in one area for more than 5 years

Always moving,

Always leaving,

Always arriving just to leave again,

I have no place to call my own

And I am tired

May this wondering spirit

Finally find a place

That she can call

“Home”

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@therealcalicali @bellastormnight @slashersannonymous @squirrelacorngliterfarts @ccodyfern @sidespart @yanderefantasies @yandere-musings @darkestdesired @vanitysimaginativevoid

Worship of the Soul

I refuse to worship those who are stronger than me.

Because in my eyes, worshiping someone who is stronger than you means fear, means a mentality that, “if I am not perfect, I won’t be loved.” And that mentality and that fear can kill you slowly. Can damn you more than any words can.

I will respect and love those who are my betters, who are my elders… but I do not worship them.

But I will tell you who I do worship:

I worship those who are weaker than me; a child, an animal, a grandmother or grandfather who are no longer at their best and need help.

I worship by loving, by protecting, by caring for those who need it, I worship by serving those who are weaker than I. Who are vulnerable to others who are strong. Who can misuse their strength.

I worship by being a guardian, by being a healer, by being a supporter, by being someone who can be looked up to, trusted, loved.

I worship by being the best I can be for those I love. I worship by holding so much love in my heart, I have enough to share with everyone. I worship by holding enough rage in my heart that I will stand against anyone who would or could, harm them.

I don’t allow my own pain, my own doubts and my own insecurities to interfere with my worship. I don’t allow the rage to taint my mind, for I know that this rage is to be used only for protection and won’t be used for anything else. I don’t allow life to distract me from what’s most important, because I know that this life is limited, and everything is only temporary.

I refuse to worship those who are stronger than me. I worship by serving those who are weaker than me.

That is my reason for living.

And while that reason exists, I won’t stop fighting, and I won’t stop worshipping.

May this truth remain protected and un-warped by time.

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@bellastormnight @therealcalicali @red-for-ivar