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My hand is stretched out high

My voice is encolsed still in my throat,

but I long, oh my dear,

how I long to let it sing

over the mountains and the seas,

through the ears of my enemies

and past the canopy of trees.

 

I feel the rain hit my face,

a refreshing stab in my nerves

I scream as the water washes through the dirt,

I cry as I remember your eyes.

The water flows freely into the oceans of my soul,

clearing away the pourgatory entrapped sins,

the devil crys silently in his sleep,

another life cleared,

what will he do?

 

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The title really drives this one home. That complete ego-death associated with the rebirth, how names no longer mean anything and all becomes unified... That is when temptation to indulge your lower self disappears, and you are at peace with being part of something much greater.

It's much more genuine because the reader is not quite sure how you feel as you are describing this. It's fear, sadness, ecstasy, pain... I guess you had to have felt it before to truly understand it.