Blow, Winds, Blow

When the winds of change come and blow away these flimsy circumstances, this thin yet blinding veil, these shifting sands, will I have chosen wisely that which is everlasting Or have I believed the mass hypnosis, in which the one hand of greed washes the other and the voice of vanity turns my pretty little head

Blow, winds, blow ......... Sweep away all thoughts insecure all fear and madness all damned demonic twisted faces of he who once decreed himself a god when all invented ones failed Blow down clean to the rock and clear to the bone The armor of pride makes no sound as it leaves vanishing as a smoke ............ an untested illusion of the stranger adrift in search of himself as he loses his soul Blow, winds, blow I feel your power beginning to stir I await your arrival

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