The world is a mud-patch going dry
Unless you drip feed it tears of joy
Why is there a lack of sensibility
In this illusion self created by us
For everything seems spiralling mad
And we are ever the unconcerned lot
Satisfied by the haze of the flesh
What does it take to rise from it
The mortal realms of conditioning
Slowly transcend these powertrips
Into the unknown heights of glory
Of a pearl white mystic oblivion
Depths of higher divinity within
Bring about a much sought change
To this otherwise mundane frenzy
The door is slightly ajar for us
Slip in without the devil looking
I shall close my eyes, and drown
The object of my materialistic ego
In the faster vibrations of bliss
There goes the mutiny of suffering
And the mistrust of common emotions
I am human and yet I am also more
Devourer of light, contagion of love
I am That which is beyond everything
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