I pray for the strength to endure tough times, while seeking inner peace.
I meditate using my 3rd eye, to soothe the inner beast.
I pray that Maat weighs in my favor, for all the good I’ve done.
I pray that karma will forgive me, and not prey upon my son.
I pray that when I take my last breath and my heart beats no more.
I pray I lived for a cause, that was worth dying for.
For what joy comes from a life that is hard to grasp, as if reaching for the wind?
So I pray that if I don’t get it right the first time, I can do it all over again!
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