+***Kalki as Legion & Zieke Sounds - 2016 - AlienNation - 04. The Middle Path (Heaven Is What You Make It) | Текст песни

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• 04. The Middle Path (Heaven Is What You Make It)

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The Middle Path (Heaven is What You Make It)
poverty & ignorance in all of their senses
will always be an issue
as long as you've got dichotomous systems,
cops and robbers,
criminals and law abiding citizens,
narcs & ganja farmers & dealers,
lost souls on park benches they call psychotic
that're not of this dimension,
corporate con artists & politicians gone awry,
foster children & a royal child born with the Sangre of reptilians,
Indigenous & non-Indigenous,
slaughtered Aboriginal goddesses
they simply call lost or missing women
& morbid celebrities so toxic with Botox
they call gorgeous & heavenly,
tabloids & esoteric scriptures from pasts voided
by unbearable histories we lack choice in accepting,
force-fed rhetoric that's horseshit,
we all get it but we're forced to watch it,
& of course we yield,
noxious auras & forcefields from imposters & prophets,
Yahweh & Baphomet, Nostradamus & Muhammad,
Peace Be Upon Them & War Be Upon Those That Are Wrong,
so we rose up and conquered,
non-profits & banking conglomerates,
United Nations That Divide & Conquer,
Lies indoctrined from dying dogmas
& the rise of Ancients trying to talk to us,
the brightest skies & the darkest waters,
heisted minds & remarkable prodigies & champions,
Atlantis & Ghomorrah,
truth revealed by supervillains like MF Doom
& stupid superhero figures
patriotically idiotic like Captain America,
Study Malcolm, Garvey, Huey,
Martin Luther & Marley too,
we need some better logic
& honest veteran rhymers,
they're lacking verily, forget the garbage,
but sift through it & recycle parts & compost,calm talks & screams & fights at disarmament marches,
pacifist meat-eaters & warmongering vegans,
peaceful insects we call plagues & slaughter in vain,
conflicts & wars for progress to pave,
all day we talk of the same,
yet we barter for change & evolution in the process,
authors & artists insane,
but isn't it strange what we all thought of as sane regardless?
A regal walk in the rain, people in slums in the Sun,
a conversation with God talking of banes,
a Goddess with silent thoughts exchanged
of new moons and true boons,
late bloomers, & new school students with great tutors,
Professor Xavier & Magneto contained within Legion,
the blessed saviors and the evil,
it's all just a test to sway you
& see if you see-through & fathom it all in a glimpse,
after the Fall & the end there's always a beginning,
the cosmos revolving, yet constantly evolving, it's endless...
I watch as Dawn rises with mica patterns in psychoactive sobriety,
& calmly smile when sorrow is passively guiding me
to honour our lasting alliance
yet the path will rise from chasms
& the cries of ghastly & vile madness
to the skies & it's tapestries...
for we are all childs of the magic aethers