One Day I Will Receive My Own
Nowadays, It is easy to make a clone
One day I will receive my own
This has turned into an Orwellian nightmare
most are clones of phones
But living the truth will heal me
The truth, we do not learn
We learn you're good or you're bad
And a 'living' you have to 'Urn'
Add the B for bullcrap & you'll see you'll burn
You are good & expressing Christ consciousness
which is breathing, being, and seeing
We're the truth, just existing
We dive deeper into discernment by listening
Grateful for awareness
They condition us to fear
And they talk nonstop, but you need silence to hear
One day, I'll receive my own
They call it tribe.
Just living will bring me mine
They'll be drawn to my vibe
Time isn't real, so all in perfect timing
One day they'll come, my own, my home.
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