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Initial assault on Nirvana

Enlightenment is explosion                                                                                                                   Its means your mind is virtually certain                                                                                                Either been butchered                                                                                                                         Or wobbling or wondering                                                                                                                 Like a curtain thrown from system strongholds                                                                                Threat of retaliation,                                                                                                                           with its more we feel the beauty

Trash bins for leftover, Buddha said the same thing                                                                         A Zen master would say sidewalks                                                                                                     If you work too hard the latent anarchists or God will attain anything                                                                     Not to make everyone the same prostitution                                                                             Capital into an asphalt jungle, the proportions of our own body                                                   Ritual *** on the other hand it may be too idealistic

Blood **** ended no need to talk about         Unorganized and we can see the beauty                                                                                        Her face covered with blood you try to do it all at once                                                                      Since most of the victims realized that you are one                                                                            One whole, many thousands of innocents                                                                                  Brainwashed whites with reality                                                                                                  Anarchy and savagery grew emptiness                                                                                         Subsequently died in a wise and effective way

If an artist becomes,                                                                                                                            Short intense raids on the system river                                                                                           Sources and supply and human life                                                                                                  Put some strength into their veins and die                                                                                       With fingers encircling and incantations of Satan worship                                                             Her pretty face was smudged little by little                                                                                   She moaned of eternal life

The meaning lies in a flash about fifty yards in almost a direct hit                                                      From a secluded densely wooded suffer in your difficulties                                                         Exploded inside your body                                                                                                                  The projectiles began calmness                                                                                                     Something in itself is enlightenment weapons especially for guerilla distress                                       Your life in your effort thundering in the midst                                                                             We saw beautiful blossoms of some meaning in their ****** toll                                                   Know the answer, but while it lasted

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