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We’ve been imploring
To higher powers in ever boring
Mass gatherings, tithing
Our freedom away, a penny at a time.
We’ve been saved
Yet still captive, still filling graves
We’ve been born again
Yet slowly dying from the many poisons
We call food or call faith
We found the “true god”, yet still dogs
In other people’s stories
Always the true something
Of someone else’s fake truth.
True Jews, true Israelites,
True Muslims, true Natives
What about our true self?
We’ve believed in everything but ourselves,
None of it worked, now,
Can we try collective healing?
Can we try self-relying?
Can we stop looking outward?
Can we look inward?
Deep into our broken hearts,
In our clogged guts to find
The strength to snap out
Of the towering
Crap trap.
It’s time
To remember
We are made
Of the same essence
Of the divine energy, blooming
And creating through the cosmos.
It’s time
To remember
Who we are, to regroup,
To take the next step.
It’s time to implode, time to transcend
BaÌÅ‹-É”-luÌ
