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Epiphany
Its time for a rhyme, To divide your mind. Into half, streamlined, The left from right. Diagnose your affliction, & Mental Condition. Dissect your third eye, To free your soul, I Restore its sight, An bring to light, The 4th dimension, Of advanced insight. Merge sacred geometry, With Astrology, To numerology, For a sound ideology Without scare tactics Or hypocritical habits Free of beast of burdens & the stigma of murder I am saved, I am reborn To the goddess mother And a god with horns By divine duality Beautifully adorned To a earthly reality I so adore Been Blessed with might Through ancient rites Bestowed sacred wisdoms An infinite vision Of life on this planet I live an understand it I am rooted like a tree Nature surges through me I feel her energy she is alive Despite our tries to make her die We are but a virus on this land A surface Nueces that is man Consuming every natural resource Then what? War & pillage of course But plagues & aids will have their way Mutated strains will make us pay Cant you see, It all makes sense That is her self-defense Against our parasitic grip She shutters us off, with each acidic drip Sulfur and toxins come down in rains Along with depleted ozone & hurricanes A few earthquakes to increase our pain So Id say we need to change, before the next
ice age We are helping it come soon ask any sage Us or her who goes first If she dies we die, dead from thirst So please I implore We must not destroy This world is more of a dream than Ive had before
S.M. Hall 2003
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