The constellations have borders
And their seemly orders
They would come in the night
And in plain sight
Their therapy of sound
had my body wound
Once, they attempted to drag my soul
out of my body, out whole
They were from Scorpio
It was my woe
For, their skulls and bones
didn’t match my stones
So, I told them to: Get fucked, Go
away, in their UFO!
Published by montecyril
Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.
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Good on you .
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