Slangin

Hold the fire in your hands Don't let it drop or Scathe this earth she is Burning Hold the fire in your hands Don't let it drop or Scathe this earth she is Burning Hold the fire in your hands Don't let it drop or Scathe this earth she is Burning Hold the fire in your hands Don't let it drop or Scathe this earth she is Burning Divine karmic past in place to hold you in soft caress If you choose to fill the fire or fuel and smoke in distrust Superstition you've misunderstood questionless Repercussions spin in each breath you'll choose your place, for While a nautilus mind seeks silk inherent in label The kind stripped from breast and parted I bless relevant power final If you shake this mind trick mindless for you to only Step to this, grow in your worthiness for Only alien of this earth would be fooled to harm her In karmic force, they're soon to be departing Just as breath escapes for fear of place in haze and waste Seeking refuge from earths air to grate Self-entitled within a collective state Are you here to walk humbly with earth as fate Joy to be transcendent and for you she will await Learning to give and not to take Learning to give and not to take Learning to give and not to take Learning to give and not to take