The old men passed away
Creation of all spirits that remain
Through the eyes of innocents
Who speak their minds without apologies
For the man of dreams
The others seek a mindless place to purify
And what the false say
Will you stand still?
Found the right words
Medicine the elders have spoken
From creation, vice to mastery
And perpetuating realization, the future
Has to empower the prayer for it
I felt the wrath
To dominate the religious ones
And the closer we went
The power to master one's soul
A high heaven but they're all the same
This will so power
To dominate the weak human mind
Possessed by mentalized
By remnants of a body rotten in coffin
Found the right words
Medicine the elders have spoken
From creation, vice to mastery
And perpetuating realization, the future
Has to empower the prayer for it
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