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i woke up one morning with blood on my face, i woke up and realized this horrible place, full of empty suffering, struggle,
and strife; i woke up, asked myself the point of my life; i woke up from a dream with one others may see i
woke up to a dream: what our world could be, so i ask you so nobly, and ask you so kind, for what you've been
searching please, open your mind.
open your mind to the stars up above, and open your mind to the world that
you love: see the lies, their designs; open your eyes; unveil to the world those beutiful hues: unveil to the
world your eyes, and you the secret's important, the secret is key, it's what for you've been searching but no
secret there be.
breathe out and it clicks, breathe in, deep, deeper, and wait you can see: you see
the true world, not as you want it to be: more beautiful, more savage, more blatant, and far, far more ravaged.
see
the stars and the sky, see for the first time and wonder, just wonder how any man, just a gun and a face, how
any man could have conquered this place and built houses and lights and destroyed and forced flight; this is what's
left the least fragile of life: strongest species, and brightest stars, those walking with the deepest of scars.
just
wonder, the mind, it can wonder so far, just wonder: those higher up high with money and power that reach to the
sky, why does any man need so much? layers upon layers of laws upon laws, intentions now lost from original qualms: we
stand the byproducts of a long confused system with nothing to help us, naught but our wisdom, and one little gift wrapped
in ban upon ban; they call it exception to the freedom of man; they know of its value: what it helps us to see, if
we all see and act then what will they be?
through happiness, horror your mind will track, as you open your
lungs there's no going back, but there is a future: the future of man; when you opened your mind your future
began, so share your new wisdom with those young and old: open their eyes to the future they hold, and one day,
perhaps far, far away we won't need a gift to see for reborn the world will have come to be.
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