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Jan 2018
Flowing through the space
Of my new found existence.

I am no longer chained to the mortal shortfalls
Of my mortal being.

Freed from the trivial pursuits
of mans blind ambitions
and false dreams of hope and happiness.

No longer a part of the sick and twisted realities
Of societies collectively corrupt mind.

No longer wandering aimlessly
Through the endless maze of conformity
But free to absorb the spectral light of creation
And the universal energy of existence.

I am again one with it all,  
I am again one with myself.
Written by
Thomas King
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     ---, ---, Keziah, Jackie Mead and Busbar Dancer
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