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The not me is blind He can’t see past the illiteracy swamp The not me is deaf He can’t ear harmony in humankind The not me is dumb He oppresses and repress The not me has no smell He bargain and sell and swell The not me has his hands clasped and tied He’s guide to be a guileless tool The not me are gray They’re simply fuel Dead corpses to play Deny thyself Untangle your eyes Cease to be a machine And become the self I mean, let go of Prejudice and conventions And dogmas of society Let yourself be carried by the self Let go of thy dimension Stable and confortable Those made up dreams Provide sense to existence The self lives Sees past unreal reality Ears past instilled dreams Lastly tastes the liberality Lastly irradiates beams out Of instilled tune Lastly he flies from the cocoon
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May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 2:20 PM UTC
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The not me is blind He can’t see past the illiteracy swamp The not me is deaf He can’t ear harmony in humankind The not me is dumb He oppresses and repress The not me has no smell He bargain and sell and swell The not me has his hands clasped and tied He’s guide to be a guileless tool The not me are gray They’re simply fuel Dead corpses to play Deny thyself Untangle your eyes Cease to be a machine And become the self I mean, let go of Prejudice and conventions And dogmas of society Let yourself be carried by the self Let go of thy dimension Stable and confortable Those made up dreams Provide sense to existence The self lives Sees past unreal reality Ears past instilled dreams Lastly tastes the liberality Lastly irradiates beams out Of instilled tune Lastly he flies from the cocoon
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May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 2:20 PM UTC
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