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Spiritual Philosophy

Don’t put me in a box, I wont lower to your standards. Underground.
A load of rot, stumbling blocks.
All these sinister religious commanders.
Skeletal position.
Pharisee vision.
I instead reflect a gift, perfect bow, filled with His presence.
Not tryin to be Christian, enlisted.
I was already adored.
Adorned with the title of Daughter, born of the spirit not to perform for a mister.
Formed in His womb then burst forth via water like when earth was brought in to existence.
Before the fall..faltered and shed its skin for the winter.
Chilled. I will not be hindered.