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Beyond the beyond I believe I have seen That existence itself Is a dream in a stream Drifting to shores Of what does it all mean Are we nothing but sand In a recurrent theme Could we be everything But still be so blind Universal potential To limit the mind To what this is now As less than divine Such beautiful creatures Of Nature's design The peak of the climb To be free of this chain To desire for not But this infinite brain This hunger for wisdom Is all we need gain We can bask in the sun Of reptilian pain Let it flow through each vein As the warming ignites A meltdown of global And personal blights To sharing this land To end civil plights And still save the world From its dying last rites In the narrowest sites Of the hunters of gold Armed to the teeth With the things that they hold In small heads and hands In hearts of sheer cold They see Mother Earth As a ***** to be sold It's polluting my soul To a coal ash despair But I'm only one man Why the **** should I care? Because I can choose   To just live on a prayer Or become the answer That takes us all there
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Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 2:35 AM UTC
The Shepherd
Beyond the beyond I believe I have seen That existence itself Is a dream in a stream Drifting to shores Of what does it all mean Are we nothing but sand In a recurrent theme Could we be everything But still be so blind Universal potential To limit the mind To what this is now As less than divine Such beautiful creatures Of Nature's design The peak of the climb To be free of this chain To desire for not But this infinite brain This hunger for wisdom Is all we need gain We can bask in the sun Of reptilian pain Let it flow through each vein As the warming ignites A meltdown of global And personal blights To sharing this land To end civil plights And still save the world From its dying last rites In the narrowest sites Of the hunters of gold Armed to the teeth With the things that they hold In small heads and hands In hearts of sheer cold They see Mother Earth As a ***** to be sold It's polluting my soul To a coal ash despair But I'm only one man Why the **** should I care? Because I can choose   To just live on a prayer Or become the answer That takes us all there
michael-marchese
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Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 2:35 AM UTC
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