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Free Your Mindset

This is the end. The rules are meant to bend. How much effort are you willing to spend In order for the message to send? The world is in flames While we play our silly games. Memorials too small for all of the names. War-machines all sounding the same. The puppet masters Control these rich bastards Who make the process go faster As we're all getting plastered. White & black magik casters of spells Clash like the heavens & hells Of our collective wells. Very few get to drink from these reserves Since, they believe it is them who rightfully deserves Full ownership & that they should never conserve. Why are we so afraid of living As much as we are afraid of dying? The truth is what we should be digging Rather than for oil & lying. Our planet is crying... Hear the pain within the rain As it shows without refrain. Maintain a healthy amount of disdain For those who refute what is insane Free your mind Free your mind...

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