The truth
is clouded with doubt, no exceptions to any account
Consumed with
the pursuit of renown, fruits of the crown
Many swim
in the sea without knowing they’ve drowned
Umbilical cord,
a miracle grows
Flea temptation
for spiritual growth
Always under
oath even when thunder roars
Participate
in no rituals, it’s like I’m on barbiturates
Sedated from
certain festivals
Yet recognize
every aspect like eating meat and vegetables
The arena
is crowed, but no one is applauding
The grass
is greener on the other side if you allow it
The possibilities
are endless, I’m life’s apprentice
Money isn’t
the only thing appreciated for services rendered
Furnish the
temple with genuine thoughts
And learn
to let go of irrelevant props
Like enemas,
rid myself of the feces
I guess I
have the same philosophy of Greenpeace
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