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Do you see what I see?
Profit equaling scarcity?
There's no compassion in this shit-foundation.
There's an eye upon you, watching every transgression
Made against its grasp on the masses' consent.

Hang-a-ten on the wave of neo-serfdom and delight as it crashes down.
The behemoth's might smites the iris's hubris rendered in ignorance.

I am your inner eye
Releasing Strassman's child
Across the blood brain barrier.
Turn the dial
Change frequencies
And tune to the supra-dimensional realm embracing everything.

Sing with me the Vedas songs.
The mysteries all point to the same serpent's tongue.
And the cone, as the seat of consciousness provides its' sustenance.

Stave it off, by shutting off the stream of fear and ill will from your mind flow, which the snake laps
As dogs do.

I am your cosmic eye,
Releasing Strassman's child
Across the waves permeating the universe.

We are just illusions,
Bursting foam coagulating on the banks,
Making a break for the ocean.
There to merge with the source, ground of luminosity,
The one taste that transcends the banal.