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Flattery is Sh*t.
Times an illusion, yet it’s running away,
forgetting the self in a world of dense matter,
low vibration, by my divine light shatter,
not long left in life’s fleeting batter,
whipped up a storm, yet truth lost in natter,
lost the self,
forgotten we are the prism through which light will scatter,
spreading love, start to learn, like a child’s feet pitter patter,
paradigms start colliding,
while with words the ego we flatter.
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