| Theologians cloaked in pessimism
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| Faith frozen as sky gates open
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| Microwaves scramble brain states
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| Cells move in a retrograde motion
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| Out of reach for necrophiliacs
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| They only dream of touching my hands like sleeveless ??
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| I’ve pierced my quill right through the belly of hell
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| The lady plays the blues smooth
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| Synchronize to the moon and heard tunes
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| Like Tarrow to the fool in the blind spot
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| The third eye’s the ultimate tool
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| If these thought forms are the front lines ?? |
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| ??
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| Then our platoons conquer empires
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| Crush, kill, shake kings in their boots
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| So the poison pen leaks out blood drips
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| There will be no death unnecessary
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| Excuse the murder references, when it comes to words I’m a mercenary, thirsty
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| Breathing ?? |
| reciting odes to the dark star
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| Yugen uncrafts scoping all directions like a hydra
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| Smithing these bars from the blue fires of finding coplet disorders
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| On star dust, architect for techs, seas like magnetic field orders
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| It takes eons for the late man to see the invisible hand hasm
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| But free minds see through the hoax like paranormal ectoplasm
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| And as I walk I wonder if there was any real consequence
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| If time’s a man made concept conceived only through our consciousness
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| Cuz seasons come and goes
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| But in my mental tabernacle I weave inside the golden age searching for Adam’s
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| apple
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| My brain catalogs details of what is and isn’t an ism
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| So in my gamma state my crown disperses light rays like a prism
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| And as we fight with what exists, separate the facts from the myths
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| Try to extract our beings from the dream, ?? |
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| ?? |
| exists
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| In '84 I swam to a dead end, acoustic chamber was born ?? |
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| knuckle
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| Buckle til I eventually learned to walk through walls like apparitions
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| Create time space for the spirits experience
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| To count seven blessings daily for each of my affiliates
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| Whose words had turned water violet in a purple black universe
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| I watch them shoot from the root, blue with every dedicated verse
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| Sifting bass thoughts through a funnel
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| Reality tunnel land
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| Flipping through dimensional gray area like television channel static |