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Slipping down on the philanthropies spontaneous compass,
glibbest to the wishes of the giver superficial why?
Try to understand in the material realm of eyes blind,
mind of a corporate extract convoy groschen waves in earth,
shirr the cream of another pass it on, pay it forward mate!
Great are the rewards to the soul, for those who have nothing save,
crave their next meal on the grace of GOD, shall eat from hands of fate.
Pray unto your possessions to go away to live simple strife.
Life without is an umbrella to the sun of treasure must,
trust in the fever that comes from a harvest kept in hands view.
New are the worlds of relief released from hands washed from GODS eye.
Try to do without let your mind go to another receive.
Believe in the karmic release bestowed suppressed enraptured.
Captured in quintessence the sounds renowned from the pew of few.
Do unto others to praise you like you should on worlds that die.
My, it's another reason we have whilst to try to see anew.
View of the eagle landing on waters hue splashing the fish,
swish, the catch like nothing ever felt before on thy souls wish.
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