Why do we withhold progress from our-Self?
There’s nothing that can stand in the way of consciousness
Only man’s self created hell-nests, the opinions of BLAH BLAH BLAH....
To breathe is to recognize your being-ness
Infinite lessons learnt, sky high prices paid to grasp righteousness.
The one who doesn’t acknowledge himself as success
Denies his true essence-looking over there, when it's all within.
Arise now death! Dirt is sick of thy insects!
Earth’s womb has no more room for stagnation;
Alien souls bury carnal mess, no jest....
Creators, creatress, where art thou?
Thoughts are the products
Us the producers
Selling cheap thinking;
Memory lapse of divinity’s nature
Sinful humanity’s future
Let’s breathe from the inner skin within
Spiritual balms rids all impurities
There are no issues only inventors of them
Poverty has no power, when rejected. Injection decline!
Thoughts of retarded attributes erased....
Harmless magic deletes plastic smirks,
Lasting fibers of Edo flaunts like miracles above the stars
Kill the EGO! Mojinetti takes a glance at US
THE ORACLE THUS.
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