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From all worlds and time’s eternal outer reaches,
Where the Creator is perceived to dwell.
You try to learn what your told He teaches,
Regarding Life, the Universe, Heaven and Hell.

The soul is a precious, beautiful place,
Where you all should strive to truly live.
But still, you make yourselves up a false face,
And take much more than your narrow hearts give.

It’s a paradox to live mostly in your mind,
Keeping your spirit chained and locked in a cage.
When it should go forth and walk amongst mankind.
To be narrow in mind is ignorance’s wage.

To live solely by the fortunate, worldly one’s creed,
In training to ‘run’ the “human race” down.
Taking what you want as well as what you need,
Playing the king in a jester’s suite and fool’s crown.

“Earthlings Philosophies”:
Buy, take and acquire,
More and more ‘stuff’.
Climb the ladder higher and higher,
Enough is never enough.
Ambition and greed is good.
Power and money equal success.
An eye for an eye for the “good”.
All quite ridiculous at best…

For some to be so dumb and so numb,
And others apart to be so smart and full of heart.
To the baser, primitive instincts some succumb,
While others rise above and live in love from the start.

In The Creator’s name you curse, maim, hurt, and kill each other.
Then in “The Creator’s House” you kneel and pray forgiveness.
You don’t really know The Creator’s true name or nature,
Yet you believe it is you who are protected and blessed.

In the Universe, Earth is a small blotch, a tiny little dot,
In the grand plan, the whole, the divine scheme of things.
You are miniscule; your being may matter not.
Nothing is as it seems, the significance of earthlings.

What hypocrites!
Such misfits!
Disobedient, mischievous, unfortunate
Delirious, injurious, wicked 
So full of $#it…
Most likely The Creator’s tired of it!
So loud and self-righteous, in them evil would seed.
So proud and well might just sin then call it good deed.
So now when hell fights lust wins humans fall into need.
 
You call yourself Mankind?
What audacity and impudence,
An oxymoron sublime.
No common sense can I make of this?

If Ignorance is bliss
I advance on this:
If you met an alien
In your pants you'd piss!
You aim for the spittoon and miss.
To dance with the devil,
And entertain evil.
Strong circumstances
Wrong happenstance
To dance with death and kiss…
Rants and raves,
Prayers to save,
Won’t change what is.
You might as well pray to Anubis.

Would you defecate where you eat and sleep?
Then why do you decimate the land with trash and smut?
Why do you eradicate trees and erect towers and keeps?
Its hard to appreciate anything with your head up your butt!

It’s a very lucky and blessed thing,
That you were born a human being.
Cause it ain’t no fun,
Being and illusive ancient alien,
Flying around in what you call UFOs that by chance you’re seeing.

It’s you’re so-called close encounter of the first kind,
Where you’re not sure what you’re seeing is real.
You may think that you’re losing your mind,
Because the whole experience is so surreal.

If you’re lucky enough, you may see a spaceship land,
What you humans call a flying saucer.
It’s a close encounter of the second kind firsthand.
Of course, if you tell anyone, they may call you crazy tosser…

If you’re real lucky enough, you might glimpse “a little green man”,
A close encounter of the third kind. But that’s a terrible misnomer. 
We’re actually grey, we’re not from Mars and…
We don’t say, “Take me to your leader.”

If you’re unlucky enough, you might get “beamed aboard” and abducted,
A close encounter of the fourth kind.
You’ll be poked and prodded and have your sperm or eggs sucked out,
Experimented upon your body and your mind.

For thousands of years, we’ve been visiting you,
In close encounters of every kind.
Maybe someday you will all know the truth,
Of what your government has hidden from you.
Or maybe on your own you will find,
That we are real of flesh and blood.
We are the ones that helped you survive the flood,
And many other catastrophes and wars.
We will help you heal of your wounds and scars.
Your world will never end.
As long as you allow us to be your friends.
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