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Social indigestion is the anxiety thats building as our world turns round upon itself, to bring us to our final destination. We are so uncertain in this end game. We feel like virgins as if it is the First Time we are facing the End time. In the Fabric of our Nations In our Inner Most Sensations Where our fear grows like plantations That we hide in Spiritual Elations For the first time we will face our Relations As we keep time as Breath And listen to Prophets from Oprah to Seth And some of us hide in Meths And some clone the Myths And Earth shake open some Rifts We wonder when will it End And if some Divine Answer will be Send Or will we in the End just Blend Back with the Earth as if it was always Meant Are we in a bank where Time was Lend As if Life is supposed to pay Rent? Maybe ascension is the Flavour That will produce a Saviour Or Christianity is my Sanity If it will give up its Vanity Or Islam is the Grand Slam In this Game of Man Or the Hindu rings True After all we have been Through Why do we still Rely On some Ideas that can Lie When Life is moving us in Nature That even our Breath is Creator Because without it we Die And maybe end in a place to Fry As if we are some Fast Food Meal http://www.desteni.co.za Desteni Music Jamm-O with Matthew Sforcina DesteniProductions DesteniComedy DesteniMoney Lyrics by Bernard Poolman
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