For you who feel Ripped off by the fall
Of all your illusions Be glad you can now see
The nature of Cain's crop Who murder murder murder murder murder murder
Then lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie , didn't do it I didn't do it I didn't do it
Cover up cover up cover up Pretending to CARE for other's LIVES!
There's nothing else But endless HELL.ReaIise you can retire
From the past Command And can't be forced to lie To stomach lies Or kill
Again.
For you who will not buy ANY programme for the future But know your soul heart and mind
Must be kept fertile, vital By rooting out Every damned demon of habit Lurking in the karmic fog.
Keep moving Not like rivers or winds Or aimless gulls But let life's inner quiet Keep you clean
And free of all intellectual Accounts of Being.
For you at the end of your tether Who imagine only death Is left To contemplate
Remember I was a prisoner In the fog Of hierarchical language.
My "future" was designed By blind demented screws......Who didn't know there is a way
Out Not marked on their public maps Now Find out what it's like to live
In your overlooked, indescribable Basement?
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