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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
Can’t 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 I’d 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 I’ve had before
S.M. Hall 2003
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