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Wil Kavi

Light of truth

Who am i to bare my soul with thee ?
and challenge all that you believe.
 
I share from deep within my being
as if my father speaks through me.
 
I see these words of love and mercy
seem to scald your flesh like acid.
 
It’s clear you stir to marshal forces
to contend with what I seem to be.
 
There is no choice now left for me.
The light of truth reveals my destiny.

(2014)

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