These are masculine times, left brain action aligned
with pathogens combined as the hypothalamus declines.
It's tragic, a sign; the roots are dry and branches are bare
the death of a goddess, the sudden end of her kindness and care.
Within the spirit of man lies a darkness, savageness flared
in it's wake anger, violence and sadness is scarce.
She's raped, torn and forgotten, her body rots and decays
she's no longer equal- only exists to submit herself as a slave.
But lo' and behold, times are changing, there's a shift in the age
the pineal activated, awakened- she's breaking the chains.
Bringing the pain, sweet revenge to those who fought and opposed
reality's a bitch when you're getting fucked even though her legs are closed.
This is hidden knowledge and power for those with eyes open to seek,
who can see beyond the fallacies the weak constantly speak,
whose third eye shines the most and the fire within rises and reaches it's peak,
those who can decipher this verse & understand that the imagery is really more than a tree....
peace.
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Vetwork, bitches.
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