Birthplace The beginning of existence Born from the erratic The beauty is uncertainty How does one end disorder When disorder is all we are? Organize, digitize, militarize We MUST make sense Of the nonsense from which we came March in formation, stay in line, STICK TO THE PATH Deserters will be prosecuted to the full extent of perception Matter from energy ...

In the death stained fields Of a businessman’s dream A soul cries liberation Aspiring toward anarchy The natural state Soul sees what it wants And it wants to be free Intend for barriers to be broken Intend for rulers to fall Even if its nowhere near possible Intend it Revolutions often begin in dreams

Was this what happened last time? Division born out some bullshit elitist insecurity Milked by media fuckheads Driven to killing point for entrepreneurial tribal chiefs Who stomp around comparing dick size Engaging in arguments that make headlines Hypnotizing idiots to rampage blindly at each other Diverting attention from the masters and their master plan How great is that huh? We’re ...

Material anarchy of the disownedSons and daughters of spiritual hierarchismDetailing chronicles Of glorious tragediesAnd divine inheritanceFailing to tolerate the tolerant and their toleranceAss raping each other in their pseudo spiritual warStep right up for today’s latest!Who is more open minded now?

The lunatic in my head Wants to be FREE! Analyze till I’m paralyzed? Fuck that We are the trip Trip on this trip Trip the fuck out භැම්දෑම් නෑ හැම්තැනම් නෑ

Wild children singing praises to a wild flower protesting their diagnosis of illusion and delusion, gain wisdom as they extract its essence What more sense can be made in this cosmic abstract?

Sacred golden robes, trampled by peasants Onward they go, shouting blasphemies at the masters of war and balance The siege of dhamma deepa begins As a peace cry rings in the peasants lips Hymns from the three worlds Serenade and encourage Of the universal elements We chant a cry of peace It grows stronger and stronger Until the foundations of ...

The crackpot dance The war drum lullaby Sleeping zombies Define New world order Dance Beating war drums Go to sleep Orange mob rises Go to sleep Step away from your head Killing to the pirith chant New world zombie My refuge, the dhamma My refuge, the slaughterhouse Eat my brain Death games to the crackpot beat

We are the Silent vandals of the system Bastard children of confused, cross fucked cultures Fed with illusions purity Spit that shit out and embrace the dirt We are one…

Brothers and sisters Today I’m going to talk about something I have spoken about before. Simply because it’s just plain ridiculous now and there really is a lot to say about it. I’m talking of course about Marijuana, that ever sacred, miraculous king of plants. It has many names the world over, but it doesn’t matter what you call it. ...

The many faces of I Stare into me And dissolve one by one I hear myself scream “I bow to consciousness” But no words leave my lips I bring my hands in front of me I see no hands, just space I look at me and realize No one’s looking if I’m not there The many faces of I are ...

This is freedom This is freedom This is freedom This is consciousness This is revolution This never gets old This is love This is union This is ecstasy This is peace The word was The word never was This is energy This is evolution This is the melting point This is transcendence This is joy This breath Inhaled now…

The dance around the fire begins The flame was never more alive Surrounded by the tribe, the music gets louder Who I am is a moment in time Dancing around the fire Dancing around the light Singing praises to consciousness Earth child Revolution is in every breath Spent in united awareness Breathe freedom, breathe love Breathe together Children of earth ...

The naked felt warmth for the first time As she wrapped the flag around her body The faceless looking for a smile Tear out heart by heart Hoping Waiting For the moment To see Into their own faces The war drums beat a formless song A fat executive puts a coat on A soldier engages in a dialogue with the ...

Madmen scream at madmen Pointing fingers Children of liberty intoxicated Celebrate life Enter my garden, friend enter my mind Chimes of guns sing an anthem Follow me be free follow me be free The state of peace is beyond heaven and hell Eat the fucking bullet EAT We the people Bathe naked in the light of dawn Are you ...

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