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We got two good eyes
But don't wish to see
Are third eye is fuzzy
By all the things to believe
A metophor Like no other
Current time and destination
Given in poem
And a meaning your free to discover
As I continuesly ride a tilted world
I am ejected by fundamental rules
Being passed along to stifle my creativity
And sever my connection to the wild left in me
Cause its death between each heartbeat
Squiqly lines in eyes are cracks in a false reality
Why is it I must be awake while most sleep through it
Why am I forced to weep for the loss of
Divine but unnoticed things
Why do others see oppertunity
And I see a trading post
Were souls are bought and sold
With religion and tradition as currency
Why will the message be lost to the judgement
Placed upon me
Its time to say no to over indulgence
And realize as we globalize from sea to sea
we could save the world from destiny
but we wont because it brings in no money
Life You see is fradulant
We don't even here history saubing
At the recreation That act of treason
Was supposed to be the beginning of truth
Finds its way back in existence
because pride Is our inevitable enemy
And to live in this time is to do sinfully
Cause the father and son constantly flow thru creation
Never to be whole until third piece of one soul is gave
back again
that's right the holy ghost is death of humanity
Not life just the insanity
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