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No matter how hard you work And how hard you try, The truth of the matter Is that too few will cry, By the side of your coffin Shortly after you’ve died, In this relentless pursuit That we surrender to and it’s called life, And you gave it away Living under the big lie, That
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Those who find strength In making others yield, Are not really that strong They surround themselves, With a masculine thong It’s all very much an illusion, Backed up by others around, Physically muscular But their insecurities are strong, They flex their muscles To hide their weak minds, Use fear and intimidation But often you’ll actually
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She wanted a love song, He gave a love song, She wanted passion But he offered control, She wanted roses He gave her dominance, She wanted loves purity But what he gave was perverted, And if she objected, He gave her intimidation, She became timid and frightened As he promised to box both her ears,
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The kingdoms of power Crumble like a house of cards, And just like a shattered mirror You have to beware it’s flying shards, The fall out it’s greater Then the sum of all its parts, Kings, Queens and Emperor’s Die from a knife to their hearts, The assassin tends to be Someone that knew and
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As I tried the path of sleep I found my subconscious mind working overtime, But as I trod further downward I found my deep residing consciousness, Where the programming is created And in the brief moment I was there, I rewrote some of these deep ingrained programmes And changed the narratives of my existence, Not
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I know if people who carry Their dreams in brown paper bags, Worried when it rains that they will Deteriorate like the paper which is sad, If they could only waterproof them, it would be good I think if they knew they could, they would, For their dreams are all they have But unfulfilled they
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Take care of your body And it will take care of you, It’s not until you’re old That you know this to be true, And the same applies to mind And not just the heart, Your mental health plays a big part, In keeping feeling young As well as vibrant and fit, And embracing self-love
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Generation after generation They still keep marching off to war, Generation after generation They die for a dubious cause, One person’s power anothers greed One defines another as an enemy, And one by one the marching feet Succumb to the propaganda machine, And offer their lives for God, King or country Like good obedient sheep
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Wars rage because we don’t elevate The visionaries or the intellectual to the head of our states, Instead we elect snake oil salespeople, lies, con artists and fools Who are adept at controlling and setting the laws and the rules, That somehow never seems to ever apply to them And unless we have a reset
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War, with its devastating consequences, is often seen as a tragic yet inevitable part of human history. Beyond the headlines and political rhetoric, the true cost of conflict is deeply human—countless lives lost, families torn apart, and communities shattered. This profound suffering serves as a stark reminder of our collective failure to resolve disputes through