Exile in the Homeland looks like
Shifting, moving, adapting
Hiding, submitting, and rebelling
No comfort, no stability as familiarity
Is snatched and shredded before my sleepy eyes
Serpents slink in shadows slyly
Submissive servants sacrifice their souls
Deception and lies sit upon the throne
Nephesh thirst, suffer, and perish
In the wasteland promised to those
Ancient bygones of the broken covenants
Longing for their enslaved days
Hard work, no pay, practicing the old ways
Under the rule of a thousand Babylons
The greatest kings meet their fall
The straight and narrow is the most difficult
Path to walk of all.
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Emily Dickerson
Hopeful and young, full of love. From my heart high praises are sung. For this reason I am here: to love and serve and bring all souls near. <3
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