We are all winners
brothers and sisters of God
it's a rebirth purge
Pentatonic beans
hash smoke fog over the bay
bloodshot eyes of God
Forgetting ourselves
why are we still wearing clothes?
my name is now "wind"
All the light is us
we are light, as morning's birth
all the light is us
Through the prism now
we are one, not divided
fear shall dissipate
The apples center
holds the universal chi
sorry Yod, not you
A new religion,
similar to mayonnaise,
how do I join?
How many Jesi
how many universes
apples are the world
False ending false hope
we are strong in our beliefs
whatever they are
Boaz? Who are you
are they special or only you?
the father. The sons
One Yod
I have to confess
I'm carrying your baby
the moon stars and son
Irrevocably
simplistic good intentions
perhaps, same old shit
Calloused vocal chords
scraping universal dust
but no, not really
Flute lusts for woodblock
woodblock ravishes guitar
bass, drum, and voice weep
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