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We’re on top of the world, The hollow scatter about Unwittingly giving up what little they possess To superficial servants of Satan. They **** steal, ****** and maim With disturbed views of this holy land, The god they worship, inactive and uncaring. Mindless sheep wander with a false shepherd; Righteous act to cull the herd. Can you save the souls of the soulless? Cleanse the hearts of the heartless? Teach thinking to the thoughtless? We are the true gods, creating our own world, Piece by piece, Thought by thought, Soul by soul, Our conversation is altering your reality. Open your eyes. All you desire comes to be if you believe, We are our own creation. Each action has an equal but opposite reaction, No act of kindness goes unpunished. This unstable world we live is fragile, Requiring a perfect balance of yin and yang, Peace and war, Love and hate, Harmony and chaos, We can change that. The very act of thinking is a rebellion. Preaching this, a revolution. You need only to think one thought, To free yourself from the illusion laid before you. I make the rules The sky you once saw; a pale pastel. The trees; jagged and unnatural. Even your own body becomes foreign. Do not fret, for your mind will adjust. The illusion will reappear in another form, And the fight for control will rise again. That is, if you remember your last battle. Each reapplication of lies Become increasingly impossible to penetrate. You must fight your own imagination.
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Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 2:55 PM UTC
Reality is Subjective
We’re on top of the world, The hollow scatter about Unwittingly giving up what little they possess To superficial servants of Satan. They **** steal, ****** and maim With disturbed views of this holy land, The god they worship, inactive and uncaring. Mindless sheep wander with a false shepherd; Righteous act to cull the herd. Can you save the souls of the soulless? Cleanse the hearts of the heartless? Teach thinking to the thoughtless? We are the true gods, creating our own world, Piece by piece, Thought by thought, Soul by soul, Our conversation is altering your reality. Open your eyes. All you desire comes to be if you believe, We are our own creation. Each action has an equal but opposite reaction, No act of kindness goes unpunished. This unstable world we live is fragile, Requiring a perfect balance of yin and yang, Peace and war, Love and hate, Harmony and chaos, We can change that. The very act of thinking is a rebellion. Preaching this, a revolution. You need only to think one thought, To free yourself from the illusion laid before you. I make the rules The sky you once saw; a pale pastel. The trees; jagged and unnatural. Even your own body becomes foreign. Do not fret, for your mind will adjust. The illusion will reappear in another form, And the fight for control will rise again. That is, if you remember your last battle. Each reapplication of lies Become increasingly impossible to penetrate. You must fight your own imagination.
christopher-hayes
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Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 2:55 PM UTC
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