She listens to the voices
Of the Dead.
She reads poetry,
Written from Chaotic emotion.
Her brain sleeps,
As the ones outside speak.
From the Ancients
To today.
Discovered ways un-covered.
She has found her chants,
Buried in her DNA.
Lost Prophets
Re-Born.
Tears in Religious fabrics,
Are torn.
Interpretations,
To the point of fanaticism....
Scorned,
By Faiths leaders,
For the ones who won't
Succumb.
She is Shaman.
(for: MoonShadow)
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Moses lee