Petty Conflicting philosophies begotten By tribalism; odd in every fixed Border where the stubborn Hearts of men are regulary swayed By division; a faceless internal foe, Running deep within our sinful species Alone.
When all the water has left the dry Earth will sing to Sky Return, please, return! Both the stone pulling and the void pulling like to kiss in the middle of war. Scorched turns to damp in the end, providing our diligence and duty to life. It's shameful the water goes now when such destruction hangs in the near distance. Diligence may no more undo the damage, for the time has gone as well.
We all have our own destiny, written in the celestial mystery, Mayan cycles in the eternal so trippy, transition of ego death can be accepted, our souls last forever protected, fear is only a shadow from light of awareness, experience deathless consciousness, nothing but a transformative change, a quantum jump strange, fictional in the cosmic game, rearrange dance celebrate and play, welcome the unknown foresty beyonds, all webs of being are woven better, we are all one from the beginning until forever, ceremonial tribal & shamanic let's gather together.
We can remember it for you wholesale once we clear the stage of initial erase Sure I might lisp on a drunk night, exasperated and claiming in collapse, I'd rather pack rat the memories in one place and consign my pain away to tall tales. I'm drowned, running down wi-fi 6th street. Printing my soles to follow my heels as inescapably I lose track of me.