Underestimate the Buddha, and you'll end up an overmedicated user
Locked away in an asylum with other evaluated humans
Some might call them, elevated humans, who contemplated true bliss
Only delusional when I'm not being able to say my mudras,
The power of song can even deteriorate some tumors
Immune intruders get eaten up by the basophil troopers.
What you fail to know is cell physiology comes from hell's mythology
Every unit of life exhales philosophy, in various viscosities
Come, and discuss with me how I can purify my viscus quickly
I live in sickly city with questionable sovereignty;
Those who rule it, are swollen with pride, and varicosities.
Vessels that form to contain our monstrosity
Their rupturing is when our heart drains subconsciously
Self produced bodily tattoos that show our biology's taboo.
I hate to speak so honestly of you,
But, I must because my father Socrates spoke truth
So, I must continue his ways. My lineage creates
Yours destroys, that's why your village is in flames
The ego is the ultimate villain of the Jains
He holds no weapon, but kills from a range.
Last edited by UnbornBuddha; 06-05-2015 at 01:31 PM.
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