The long headaches of wisdom
For which love is the medicine
The churches are wrong
The body isn't the problem
Poor slave framed
For his master's deeds
As if it was your own
And not a temporary loan
A gift of elemental magic
Which appears and disappears
Yet only through it can we learn
How to bring light down into our senses
And give them their ascension
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