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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