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Jan 2019
'Tis it fatal to gain consciousness
Stab thee narcissistic tumor
Is piercing ego a path to emptiness  
Gab selfishly, spread rumor

Seek experience for an epiphany
Entomb yourself in selfless amour
Eke exposure to project of unity
Bloom passion for connection

Pierce our demons
Schism is from hatred and isolation
Be fierce, pierce our samsara
Externalism, philosophically a jail

Together we can bend the bars of our mental jail
Once internal and unified, we will escape the infernal and petrified

What was once organic will return
Higher in consciousness
Stronger in alliance
And deeper in self reflection

A love will be born from a stabbing
A love will be born from a stabbing
A phurba is a ritual knife used to **** demons and pierce the samsara. A religious cycle of life and death. You should check them out and read some about them their history is really interesting
Written by
Clay Face  21/M/A trip
(21/M/A trip)   
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