I must experience the world of my Pagan ancestors Ancestors who were murdered for believing that trees walk & deer sing & dance There's still a chance that we can return to the wise of simple times so we to can experience true persecution there's no solution to society's pollution Ahh...wait I'll search for modern drum beats & pan pipes sound & when they're around I'll smoke opium with the widest 1 to learn an Umbanda Chant There's no way I can't flow freely with the freestyling chants Macumba will help me Yes he will posess me Candomble oh God Help me show others what life really is Oh Sisters & Brothers Here the Snake Hissss... Let him crawl inside you & show you around Let him sing temptations A Beautiful Sound
Reason for writing:
getting back to the foundation when the creator was truly
respected for his work.....
Birth sign: Cancer
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