My neglected stomach calls out in anger.
It pesters my insides.
I'll eat soon enough.
I'll eat soon enough.
At the moment my mind is drawn within itself in the most sublime way. Basic concerns swirl around me but are minuscule in size. They can't penetrate my meditative state. I feel a power surging in my blood, riding on my breath, firing in my eyes.
Complete self-control.
Divine courage.
Perpetual victory.
Divine courage.
Perpetual victory.
My enemies are toppled, humbled in the dust, groveling at my feet, terrified of my strength. But in my sacred state I display mercy and clothe them in forgiveness.
I see Wisdom when I close my eyes,
Truth when they are opened,
Truth when they are opened,
Beauty in my brain.
How long can this sainthood last?
How long can this sainthood last?
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