You may be a chamber pot that is treated like a special ally in life You may be Pandora's box that throws wretchedness and strife You may be a victim in crimes, bruises, and scars, and next to you there is a knife You may be floating in the ocean to be food for birds and fish when things are rife It costs numberless lives to raise you with care and assistance You mean more than the sum of the other substance That is filling up the universe with your living existence You are the past, present, and future altogether creating this instance Look at the world before you both in your house and out there You killed Socrates, Jesus, and Martin Luther King, Jr. So many good thinkers have been lost, but you can enjoy your life there Even though I would rather care about them since ones like them are so rare You may be curving your statues to show who you are You may be building your sanctuaries to show where you are You may be replicating your images to show who you are You may be talking, writing, singing, and dancing to show what you are When things get political, there are so many lies and rubbish heaps Bring some more coalitions to drive your mass to victory sweeps It is good to know about something when no false caption creeps The electromagnetic field is watching you within you whom it keeps If you want to rain to feed your family with your crops, you should close your eyes If you could not save your teacher, why should he be saving your eyes? Close your eyes, and face your lies that nothing else ties Then, you can see yourself through his eyes If you want to take off the skin from your animals, you should cover your ears If you could not save your teacher, why should he be saving your ears? Cover your ears, and let Longinus spear your stomach that nothing else interferes Then, you can hear yourself through his ears If you want to live on in your land like yesterday, you should close your mind If you could not save your teacher, why should he be saving your mind? Close your mind, and hide yourself from the slaves and native tribes that nothing else can blind Then, you can open your mind as wide as his mind You may be worth like hundreds of thousands of millions of celestial starlightsBirth sign: Gemini
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