death deal not your mortal blows
with life we are to reconcile
killer of nought but thought
death you are weak!
oh moon of the summer
radiate your love
send us a beam
of cosmic reprieve
death be not proud
though the masses shudder at your name
you serve my god- the winged elf's flame
killer of nought, neigh, destroyer of thought,
kill not my good name afore I have wrought havoc
on the inconscient flame!
matter be not proud,
of thy binding force,
Aurobindo was not thy slave and neither am I!
to Soul-thought and true we are loyal,
death deals not her blows as we are the destroyers.
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