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I was floating in the water
Drowning in the ocean
I couldn’t feel the land
I couldn’t reach
I couldn’t see the breach
But it’s ok
I was floating in the air
But I couldn't fly away
Watching the birds
Tracing patterns in the sky
Our planet, our time
And it’s ok
It's ok
I just can’t stay
Take me away
Away
I was floating in the water
Drowning in the ocean
I couldn’t feel the land
I couldn’t reach
I couldn’t see the breach
But it’s ok
Just take me
Just take me away
Away
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Leave the prison of desire
Attached to astral body
Karmic rhythm of Sophia
Manifests in outward oscillation
Trapped by light
Waiting for incarnation
No stranger to disease
No war left to fight for
Waiting for damnation
Down on your knees
Down on your luck
Made the bed you sleep in
No room for evocation
Hands around your throat
Stifled initiation
No place to grab hold
Emptiness is open
Emptiness is life
Living as a being of light
Living a lie
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Censor Sickness
04:09
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A fair fight is non-existent, you always use everything around and fight dirty and to the point if you gonna do it for real, in any kind of capacity for real experience that you might have as a human being, which by the way, I question more than agree with the fact that I am one of you, or maybe even the same alien race if that might be who you are. So yes. I had a knot in my back yesterday and I decided to work it out instead of stretching, and well, I am a stubborn motherfucker, so I didn't stop until my whole left side of my back is one giant knot.
I know this isn't very uplifting, but I have trouble editing myself lately. Censorship of the mind is the thing that holds us all down, not thinking/expressing freely, hiding behind our bodies and maybe even actions, but the real battle is not here.
You know that whole ‘change yourself then the world’ bullshit, yourself is the only world you will be aware of yourself. Unless of course you are special, and there are those people, most of them terminally wounded by the censor sickness and not letting the feelings come out, so they consume from the inside. And that’s a lot worse than seeing some energy shit and even being able to see/feel future as clear as present, or even encounters and possessions with, or by something that might be termed "demonic", just to be repulsive, because it’s a challenge
to accept that part of you that feels it, and is it.
The capacity for human emotion is so large that it cannot be killed with prescription medication or even non-prescription medication. Trust me, I tried. You never really feel like you succeed, just pacify, but the root is still there - because it’s you, it’s that part of you that you never chose, and never have enough conscious will to destroy.
But you know when you got it, you have it. It really is uneditable.
So maybe all those wounds are there for a reason.
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Under
Fluorescent sky
Under
Heaven’s glide
Burning
Burning bright
Polluting thought
Obscuring light
Guillotine hangs
Frozen in time
Released by the hand
By the watchful eye
One more time
We strive
One more time
We survive
In the burning
In the burning sky
Our hatred devoured
By compassion locked inside
Locked in time
Guillotine hangs
Frozen in time
Released by the hand
By the watchful eye
Dust from which we come from
And to which we return
As burned out husks
Of stars that are unborn
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Attrition
04:21
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As the day grows old
Darkness spreads within
From organ to organ
From vessel to vessel
From your eyes to mine
Attrition of presence
Moving from one point to another
Moving away from the sun
Indivisible in its purpose
Appearing in lucid dreams
To be remembered and transferred
From your eyes to mine
Attrition of presence
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Cornerstone
04:03
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The stone that the builders threw away
Will be the cornerstone
Upon which we will build our church
In which we will worship death
In its inevitable timeless glory
Turned inside out
On the precipice of direct connection
Bypassing neural networks
Electricity incarnate
The way of the lightning fist
The path of least resistance
The path towards the sun
We are the children of tiphereth
And our will can never be broken
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Touch
03:40
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Touch and it will turn against you
That sin you are used to
In the isolation of cars
Pretend like we love one another
Absent - under the warm sun
A hologram, a mirage without depth
Corrupt
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No Foundation
03:57
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Secret, hidden, unknown
Sealed and unsuspected
A fountain of living waters
Unfailing
Eden in Flower
Opens at my wrists
But if I relax my hand
I sink low amid the dead
Day and night without rest
A blazing fire
Held in my bones
Consuming my flesh
My heart pours out like water
Flesh melts like wax
My feet caught in shackles of Qalipa
From rout to ruin
From pangs to throes
From pain to plague
Hiding the truth
Until it is time to see her countenance
Beyond the veil
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