Compassion moves to create what sums this dues.
Owed to the only Living Indigenous Human Beings,
belonging to Mother Earth or Nature's Turf!!
What have you done to the Ones that were?
I SEE!!
I AM!!
A SAGE THAT YOU ARE NOT!!
...and definitely that which will only become,
the Curse of a given Tongue.
I dream of what YOU see above,
in a lucid and conscious manner,
that should shame your tattered lives,
making you hang more than your head in this entanglement of dread.
My mind leaps in the Occipital Zone not yet known.
I grow myself in the daytime of my own home,
so I may be free to do quietly,
study on the Parietal lobe,
integrating sensory information,
for spatial navigation.
integrating sensory information,
for spatial navigation.
In the Strength of the Spirit World,
a land with a Home,
I declare that Families live there.
I declare that Families live there.
My flight is in the nights,
I sought only peace,
and have seen Engines of War,
a strange rapport.
I sought only peace,
and have seen Engines of War,
a strange rapport.
It is the Religions Masses which I am against,
those that have destroyed and burned,
the truth of what I cannot simply know.
I must be an Incan Curse,
for this I did rehearse.
And now,
I AM IN THE BIT OF YOUR WORD.
The very alcohol you gave as your liqueur,
your drug, your destructive measure,
will deliver to me the Final Message for Eternity.
To balance the Treasures which you stole from the Human Being,
by the then intoxicating drug,
now easily bought at CVS,
I can begin.
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