Groove train

 
In a pocket feel of our music soul played to behoove
Sets a chorus of scholars in concert of secret groove,
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Mysterious light from these Vril maelstroms unsung
Such solar stop-light as the Thulistic rites then come,
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So burn black sun of such tangible illusion funk beat
Sumerian drums are then woken after lifelong sleep,
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Disturbing slumber of impending golden age trance
Sliding new constellation rotation of their old dance,
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Shining star to our rhythm dimensional inner mirror
Showing mental conflicts of history from heart error,
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Offbeat dark road of selfishness to end in a doctrine
That thought pimp job got them bitches all locked in,
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Since these actions manifesting create heaven & hell
All good & evil to exist as a self-imposing mental cell.