Love thyself, raise the vibration,
Join the men, women and children’s celebration,
Let us no longer be subject to corporate condemnation,
We are flesh and blood, and not subject to legitimisation.
Time to figure out your no strawman,
None of us a heartless corporate tincan,
We do need our courage back like the lion,
and we need to find our way home like Dorothy,
everyone wave good bye to OZ, or 'zion'.
Come back to our playground created by god,
And break the nefarious spell we’re under,
For its waiting for us any time we want.
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