i like to eat gobbets of meat
stripped steamin' from the bone
i like a fire burning bright
a nice and toasty, cozy home
i feel my heart shining light
when i leave my mind alone
i feel alive, i feel no fright
when i know i'm always Home
this Earth's confines are just a box
don't matter how grey Sages talk
it's all irrelevant you see
all you gotta do is Be
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