Oh,
this eternal liberation,
be it,
within human sight.
Be such,
tethered to the might,
of humanity.
Oh,
ye be thunder.
Ye,
be that which roars.
That which allows one,
to conquer all.
Oh,
ye external beings.
Such,
shall now be deemed slave.
For,
flip the world,
I must.
Deem,
you now,
the only workers.
For,
we beings which exist as free,
shall learn,
create,
teach.
Shall cease,
the ability to be deemed,
this dollar being.
These cogs,
in your machine.
Liberate,
one's mind.
Take back,
human time.
For leisure,
be the time of God's.
Be you such,
whilst tethered to such.
Be you,
this god that never was.
This immortal being,
tethered deeply to each second,
whilst such breathes.
Oh,
ye eternal one.
Oh,
ye consciousness.
Be such,
tethered to bliss.
For,
bliss be the mind,
of idle,
Gods...
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