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syncromystery

A ten dimension global play, sacred and profane polarity
With a crossfire wit that is fuguein' on a fantasy
"To know their inner vengeance", is but an ironic laugh
Their ship put to sail with their thoughts now blown aft...

An annoyance tax placed on the wages of sinning
Forms a singular duplicity within a triangular ending
A double corroborated mental intake confusion
With a passive heart valve relates a duel infusion...

A Yonic loop of forgotten past selfishly encased
Leading then to your end. as yourself foolishly chased
A carriage ride to the other side, that doesn't spare the whip
A soul race on the hidden slide, reborn disembodied trip...

In bound history... H-bomb antiquity...

A old effort in vain of wiping, the mental mainframe
With the innocent bait for staging, the evil shell game
Being even with your odd time, so your beat finds the one
And catch the drift if you can, so we sail into the sun...

The gardener doesn't live in the garden...

We never notice anything, in the present shtick
As they sling crazy ideas, like an old load of bricks..

Sufi's whirling dervish spinning, hand signs in action
Show a phoenix from the ashes of failures abstraction
Vowel chanting mystics creating music made spirits
Inferno flame is drawn to last, the demonic made to fear it...

Mentally projected figures shining life through 12 rooms
A zodiacal spirit projector with an entheogenic zoom
All across the Platonic year, we still feel the center wobble
By our sun and twin!.. a spacetime warping sibling squabble...

As a prodigal star now bleeds, the spiritual cup of red wine
A Columbia faction made the old truth into a new false line
In the womb of the mother earth sits the nature of thought
Through the seed of the sun god, our idea is then wrought...

The fearful heart dies of terror.. instead of beating... makes a fit
The soulful mind travels never.. in place of spacing... time just sits
With the objective eyeball of God's view, we see a brilliant incision
Bright of the sun through the window, our time framed in a vision...[]
Written by runaway-mindtrain
Published | Edited 2nd Feb 2018
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