spirituality
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Our strength is rooted between the love of the common people No matter how poor and no matter how they try to divide, No matter the colour sexual orientation, gender or faith We will share the love and attain our rightful state, Of the common people asserting their power in our own place.
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We can be unstoppable And when we are Success is probable, More so than if we lose the thrust Fold out hand and simply give up.
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Turn your face to the sun Feel the warmth And then feel the love, It’s better than the cold icy blast That comes from a hate the forever lasts And destroys your mind, And decays the heart Whereas love will heal all that has passed.
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Right here, right now In the good old UK, Things are going to shit Everything is in decay, They’re driving the poor And those on low pay, Back into the days of poverty We haven’t seen in decades, Yet while this is going on The rich continue getting richer, This is the UK and it’s…
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The essence of survival Is rooted in courage, The will to make it through Is based on how much we can take, And if we have the power And conviction to succeed, Along with the passion And the willingness to bleed, For striving for the things That are basic to our needs.
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You look at me across a coffee shop We are strangers but you don’t stop, We both look familiar to each other Maybe in a different past life, We were wife, husband, sister or brother Or maybe we were friends or lovers, There’s a connection that’s unexplained Maybe it’s synchronicity striking again.
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Distant thoughts of past epiphanies Unconsciously discovering dreams, That unlocked doors to dimensions Realms of new thoughts that catch my attention, I don’t know what else to do without deep thoughts Manifesting consciousness I wasn’t taught, Increasing my knowledge and experiences That increase with age if you continue to seek, But the moment you think…
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Lost an hour of sleep today Clocks went forward And it was so dark today, Waking up at 5am Off to work to slave away again, Though it promises to be a sunny one I’ll be so tired when the afternoon comes, Then home I will go wanting to sleep Day after day and week…
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It’s hard when you an addiction It feels and consumes your whole time, It’s always there playing on your mind Then when you kick it and leave it behind, What is left? Just an empty, hollow void So it’s hard because life becomes so devoid, Of such an essential part of who you were This…
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Nobody spoke out so now there’s nobody left, The only noise to be heard was our final exhalation on breath.
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