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The Sixth Level |
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Sean 1/15/97 |
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A purifying silence fills this holy night |
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A witty ditty today affirms the future's bright |
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Let the chatter scatter into fleeting glory |
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So begins my 6th level chakra story |
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Dolphins tap the head of bobbing Buddha's bust |
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Smiles exchanged no shoulda, woulda, coulda must |
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Yet universal love is devored as Friday's fasting dish |
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We're all intelligent aren't we? its justa fish! |
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Aye, aye captain - as the harpoon thrust |
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Pill the quote full - its empire wealth or our lust |
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Twas the time when killing was a game |
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Now tsk, tsk and rant the sailor's blame. |
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Very late in life we learn water holds life |
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language too to end our earthly strife |
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Deaf to success and blind to our greed |
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We worship paper with an old slick creed. |
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The whaler's roudy chants pulls me to the sea |
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Do they wash away guilt - is the candle fat free? |
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Ocean giants butchered for oil lamps at home |
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Are there any children healthy in seas to roam? |
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Slow to wake and feel the bombs below |
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Testing, testing does mother's water glow? |
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Teller's tidal-waves to let the oceans meet |
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The madness stopped call back the fleet. |
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Too feeters nearly wiped away sailing soul |
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Polluters left to drift to your sacred shoul |
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Sharks on land holding earthly court |
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We'll rescue you now - we're your last resort! |
