Changing Dimensions
HOLD THE EARTH IN YOUR HANDS,
TELL ME CAN YOU FEEL IT CRUMBLE?
NOW SHAKE IT UP AND DROWN THE LANDS,
CAN YOU FEEL THE PLANETS TROUBLES?
CREATED FOR A HIGHER PURPOSE.
TORTURED, HUNGRY, IN A RAT RACE,
ONLY TO GAIN MATERIALS THAT YOU PHYSICALLY CANNOT TAKE.
SO LET IT FLOW, DO NOT TRY TO STAY.
WE ARE PEBBLES IN BOULDERS VEINS.
WE HAVE LOVE AND EMOTION, THAT'S ALL WE CAN MAKE.
THE MATERIALISTICS ARE JUST A THROWN DISTRACTION OF WHO
WE REALLY ARE. NOW TIME IS REALLY COUNTING, BUT PEOPLE DO NOT AWAKE.
LIFE AS WE KNOW IT IS BEGINNING ITS END.
ASCEND OR END.
Copyright © Felisha Coon | Year Posted 2014
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