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My tired eyes keep opening and closing
And my body sways to and fro
But something enigmatic kept me on the ground
And my spirit keeps moving up and down
A sudden indecisive feelings creeps inside
And all of a sudden I start feeling breathless
And something Enigmatic keeps moving around
In my flesh, it wasn’t an ant or a serpent
It was my adrenaline running faster than the sky 
I could see it from a distance and I could feel 
Something pumping in my vein,
It was circulating around the town making 
Landfall just before dawn, it’s the feeling you get
When something special is coming to your town
I woke up this morning from a disturbing sleep
That had my spirit looking out into the deep
Everything was in order but just 
Before mid-day everything was in disarray
I tried desperately to find a balance
But the negative energy keeps spilling around me
And I tried to find something consoling
to absorb this horrible energy moving around me
The music next door kept pounding and pounding
It never stops and the more I move away from it
The closer I seem to get to it
It still feel as if I was listening to the same music 
That never stops pounding, the lyrics are the same
The game is the same, and the argument never change
How much more do we have to sacrifice for this political device?
How much more do we have to sacrifice for something that is not right? How many more people have to die for this useless sacrifice?
The heavens are getting ready to make the sky merry
The heavens are getting ready to deliver your cherries
Morning come and goes and people are on the run
The walking, the talking, the singing and the screaming
And the wilderness under the fire is constantly weeping
The sky is pregnant with rain, and everything is not the same
Street people, workmen, and backyard intelligence keeps
Messing with my intimate presence
It is Saturday evening and everything looks grim,
The sun is going down with a message that is profound
Nothing is moving except for the traffic crawling around the park
And the heavenly skis are looking dark
Police officers with long guns stand in the corner
Looking quite reserved as danger crawls  about
But the angels are watching over them from every corner
People are moving around and the traffic filtering up and down
A police walks over to a taxi man and asked him for his documents but the taxi driver's document was out of order
He called another police man, who came with a book and write him up and issue him a ticket right on the spot. It is very hard to get slap on Saturday when you are not making any money
Everyone has their misery, and you can hardly tell what is happening in hell. Everything has taken me a while to get on the other side but if your actions are not right the miracle will pass you by
And everything under the sun will break before the day is done. 
The air is filled with devotion, the clouds are rolling by
And destiny will meet with destiny in the middle of the night.
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