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spirit finds fresh morning and the dew of precious things
hope is a phoenix building wings to fly
and what we wish shall be, like a breath of fresh air
safe and secret powers that no love can spare
move away from western guns
travel towards eastern suns
far above all earthly goals
A PLEDGE FOR CREATION's SOUL
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well we can’t change the world
we sure can change the way we live
we can’t only take
also have to learn to give
people corrupt
’cause they don’t understand
there’s a book of truths
and a book of lies
think with your heart
read between the lines
things aren’t always how they seem
we got to make the best of it
eye for an eye
tooth for a tooth
sometimes we’re blind
we can still see the truth
sometimes we’re lost
sometimes we’re blind
think with your heart
read between the lines
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"I prefer the stillness here. I am tired of Earth. These people. I am tired of being caught in the tangle of their lives.
They claim their labors are to build a heaven, yet their heaven is populated by horrors. Perhaps the world is not made. Perhaps nothing is made. A clock without a craftsman. It's too late. Always has been, always will be. "
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"yatO vA imAni bhUtAni jAyantE yEna jATAni jIvanti yat prayant-yabhi-sam-vishanti tadvijigyasasva tad brahmeti"
“From which all the creatures (bhUta) are born, being born by which they sustain and into which they merge back, Know that as Brahman”