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December 6, 2017

HARP OF THE GODS

by The Nuclearmind of Scott Utley

If you’re mystic, 

come this way & play for me. 

Tune your strings sharp & clear 

with all the pressure I can bare. 

If you’re mystic, 

stroke my hair & kiss my lips. 

Take me to your mother ship. 

Rifle me with your tough grip. 

Anchor me to your bright blue. 

Show  myself to me through you. 

Your platinum strings are clear & true. 

Play your harp, this is your cue. 

I know you’re mystic, I am too.

Say the word, I’ll play for you.

 

Time is priceless, I hold yours to just as valuable as I hold mine. I appreciate your input een if you despise my yearning to be free of fear, or yours.

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