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 What knows no Buddha
The shooting of the slave
And slaying of Zion
Left bleeding on the streets
The streets of oblivion

What knows no religion
In the house of Joseph
Where the first born is bred
Lay upon stone floor
Cold stone dead

In the cries of eyes
For the lies of denies
As by life's goodbyes
It'll be alright
Be alright

What knows no start
No finish nor end
As space and earth
This yogic time and
For the land of your birth

What knows no suffering
No agony nor pain
By psi, ye inert theorem
As feet ungrounded be
Shall your God indeed steer them

What knows no Buddha
The shooting of the slave
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