Wind of the Might

I cross the border of hatred and love,
I fly with the wind to the heaven above.
All secrets disclosed, all memories gone...
Have I been blind, have I been wrong?

Delusion is wrapped in a veil of charm,
But nevertheless the payment is harm
To all the deluded, entangled in clouds
Of the deceptive emotions and mind.

I'm taken, and worshiped, and cherished like kite
By warm and delicious Wind of the Might.
And at the point when Future meets Past
That Wind will deliver me Mighty Insight.

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