ravenpearl 15 Oct 2013 The language of the soul is finding the one a game of chance or ordained. Two bodies Both descendants of the sun One male one female forged to be as one In a divine tragedy In an eternity of time the split was done A joke on us all who search for that one Through untold ages this travesty unfolds Through irruptions of time we catch a glimmer of our other selves Hearing the angels laughter as they watch us on our quest Their ears deaf to our prayers as they flip their universal coin Heads or tai...
