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The world today makes me wanna cry my soul is ancient and will never die.
It up to me with mathematics to apply, to achieve the degree of the all Seeing Eye
I draw a bucket from the well of souls; pour it over your head so your body cab is
Clothed in robes of rigthesneouss, to fight this mess to travel from the inner
Depths of lifeless to fight the stress of being alive. In the elusive world of forms
Were emotions thrive my motions dive, with dolphins breath consumed with the oceans
Tide motionless I raise from the great divide. To watch an old age end and a new sun
Climb along the spine of Nuit, to speak the Charkas in line. For the unedited
Edition bread baked in man's kitchen, broken down by God's hands placed in wishing.
Who stand's in ambition to catch the transmission, to turn 7 into 70, and pamsimas.
The world today makes me wanna cry my soul is ancient and will never die.
It up to me with mathematics to apply, to achieve the degree of the all Seeing Eye
The minds of mandala transports for Valhalla, the trenches of the Warfield explores
Warriors valor, sour tastes sweet victory, vindictive infidel politically Cosmic
Crusading through history. Revealing mysteries until every brother and sister be
Enlightened don't be frightened I stay writing, keep your mind ripened, like the
Fruit of the womb of mother Earth and father time that are is to the two sides of
The ying-yang having kids. Till Adam lives within the mists of ravenous savages who
Rather live as savages than beat the law of averages, to rise above the slaughter
Come hell or high water. Your sun of my daughter will lie in close quarters to
Create a New world Order recorder of poetic kinetic energy, geodetic embassy,
Inseperately aligned in a processional assembly, remember these teachings of an
Ancient civilization from either cults supplied roots of depravation, whose goal is
Elevation of frequency of vibration to the highest descended plane which gave birth
To all creation.
The world today makes me wanna cry my soul is ancient and will never die.
It up to me with mathematics to apply, to achieve the degree of the all Seeing Eye.
We're standing Dazed in thought unlearn what you were taught, your brain is caught
Between that which the ancients sought and all that can be bought, distraught
Distractions thoughts unmarked with active actions, without negative force there
Would be no positive attraction, refraction is equal to the angle of reflection,
Fight fire with fire we all burn without ascension. Man's comprehension was
Misguided by a group chased by redemption, the silver line of cloud 9 is a brief
Mention in the archives of human lives were lies the mausoleum of the sun rise in the
Shadow hours of the collective third eyes of a thousand Buddha sleep the data to
Crash the bee's computer written in the code Caligula, Vishnu uses his tortoise as a
Scooter. To dig up the root of the Tree of knowledge of the College thought of
Huitoota, Rhakoom over strayed Agathon cascade across a milky ocean to find out how
It was made.
The world today makes me wanna cry my soul is ancient and will never die.
It up to me with mathematics to apply, to achieve the degree of the all Seeing Eye.