Crown Royal: The Myth Of Many

Let the peace of the holy dove descend upon me
This world was not meant to be cast in stone
This realm was not designed to be won alone
The connections we magnetize
throughout this journey
Leads our footpath alongside
the waters of the everlasting
With the soil to sprout
an abundant deliverance
To shoot forth new roots and
to provide a fresh harvest of fruits
The weavings of the Great Spirit
subtly unveil a descriptive honing
So subtle it stings
If I was inclined to bliss
I wouldn’t expect a suffer-less myth
This is how we mold our tone
With the keys to unlock the gate
to this heavenly throne


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