Speed of thoughts like clouds of rain
Storms of confusion, internal interchange
petty designs drain the godless brain
words succinct but out of range
The hologram of existence
A web of language, present and insane
the desire of love and fear of pain
deeply sentimental and dentrimental
Mind sculpture, power of the inner
Who is the winner, who is the sinner
Devise and dispel - you are now alive
This life or the next, the spiritual quest
A parodox, a physodelic freudian test
Can happiness exist, whilst we smile
A betrayal, a mirage - pretence so vile
Mind sculpture, power of the inner
Who is the winner, who is the sinner
Devise and Dispel - you are now alive
Law of least effort, continuing breath
this is must be the place, true perception is left
find the space, be without trace
and be free to fall free from your gods grace
Mind sculpture, power of the inner
There is no winner, there is no sinner
Dispel and devise - you were once alive
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