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Mastering The Flames

No, God's not something you play with

Without consequences that is.

I want to understand, unsure I can.

Imagine wanting to Master the Sun

One could definitely get burnt in the process

It happened to Parsons, It could happen to me

It could happen to You.

But, this is not a path for the faint of heart.

We are the kind walking at night where no man ought to

We are the kind whose blood turns black 

For lust of Truth

For the love of Absolute Power

For the Ultimate Exploration

For the lowering of The Veil 

To uncover Absolute Self Awareness

We are the Seekers of the Mysteries

We seek to awaken Divinity dormant inside.

Some get burnt in the process

But, there are those, who only sustain burns

On their certain path to Mastering The Flames.

Brethren, On We Seek,

As the True Will of God Is

Self Awareness.

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The powerful art is courtesy of davijc, 

who's depicting a porweful entity, the kind one would... Omulu.

EBOLA, LOLA!

We are doing enuf, right?

What the fuck happened?

Central Africa!

Yeah right! Just behind mine home!

Zinkisi, did we sin before thee?

Oh, and we can't trust the wards anymore!

No, neither the men with white skin

Who knows the sower of the cursed bean?

I avoid friends and won't even call the sick
"Brother, forget our blood pact please!"
"Kiss not thy wife"

What have you done to us!

I watched a mother abandon her own skull,

For the sake of her surviving brood

Thanks to this fantastically cruel disease,

Turning against us our own compassion, care, and love!

What will happen?

I might die, hell I'll die!

6 billion people infected, 

Nearly as many as the world’s most parasitic swarm.

Stay at home

Watch TV, that's what you've been raised to do.

Don't shake hands

It's okay, you can be mean all you want

You have no gods to pray to

So, of your cents, probably throw in two

And wait for someone else to go fix that mess too!

Damn, I will this curse rain on your land too!

People die,

Even laughing kills,

But this? Thousands of thousands

People who, like us, eat, drink, sleep, and feel joy and fear,

Love and anguish.

Deaths come suddenly and unexpectedly,

Not just solitarily, but along with the extinction of 

Families and the decimation of whole communities!

They are human, and We want to remain human?

We must, care. And grieve - for all humanity.

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Poem inspired by and partially based on the awesome essay by Stanford Professor of Law,  Hank Greely. 
Thanks Greely for casting light on this ghastly, but undercelebrated plague!

The most horrific and sick art is thanks to the genius mind of artist PriestofTerror 
who indeed knows the dark side of Ebola 
(piece apparently done with Pencil, acrylic and his own blood!)

Only Two!

Then there's life,
Where 3 things reign-
Sex, Spirituality and Power
And You, can only have two,
The other necessarily wanes.
Wisely pick your lane,
As a car can only occupy so much.


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inspired by the awesome psytrance composition-
"Spiritual Connection" by Source Code and Illegal Substances (preview below)

Mass on the Road

Once every week
I put the eyes on the road
Ears on the bass kick
Feet on the pedal
And the mind where imagination does speak.
These are the divine moments of a bike mystic.

Mine Death...

Death awaits me

A song of 9 sirens,

Dark but sweet scented flowers,

The fears of men passing by my grave,

And memories of my agonies

Tormenting those that walk-by at night.

Death sings to me

A song that's thick like a butcher's floor

Veins pulsate with remorse

At the turbulence of oncoming descent

As the bowels of hades embrace my worn-out flesh.

Death has blessed me

No more do I concern myself with capitalism

Nor do I share what's a mere illusion

Death's given me a certainty worth a billion theorems

And not faith nor reason can elicit awareness of

A mystery so sublime, that all the pursuits of 

A billion souls on that rock I used to call home

Can only relate like a speck of existence on the Van Allen Belt.

Death's taught me

Oh, how insipid the pains of life be

In the shadow of death's sweet and everlasting embrace!

They ridicule, some celebrate and others dare not contemplate

But to every man and child, a headline awaits-

Twas just today, and twas still Murder by Death.

Death,

Please stay ever close,

So in mine waking fading, I might ever see past this veil.

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well, life's too good to die now

but death's the most followed celebrity ever

and who am i not to like?

genius art concept by MindTuber