
This is not the first time i have died
and although i am youngi've had a thousand lives
see i don't mourn the death of the ego
he is no longer needed
so i celebrate his decay
the persona that is myself is an act, is a play
that we engage with from day to day
i heard rumors they might kill the king
see authority is on its last legs
the old wicked ways of the westand our own governments
that are dragging us through this mess
through this test
but don't throw rocks at the throne
if they never taught us hate
then how would you know love?
and if your ego never dies
then how will you know God?
i'm a lost scholar of anubis
measuring the weight of souls
on weight scales
wondering whether i've served myself
or served the servant
that perhaps i planned this very moment
from within my mother's womb
knowing that i would have this choice
between becoming eternal
versus dying too soon
but dying is june
and i'm an aquarius baby
new age
new page
son of the sun
ushering in a new day
plus i've been here before
when i was the third son of a praying mantis
who sat on the shoulder of the queen of atlantis
my third life was as a sailor
sailing the seas around greece & crete
where i met this dancer
who had injured feet
she was...
a smile without joy
she was a bird that couldn't fly
and her dream was... to die
and all i could do was follow
her energy was such
that she rendered touch... extinct
i could listen to her breathe
and in death her life force
will never leave
as we floated on waves
we escaped a dying world
that didn't want to be saved
i evolved like the way words do
when they roll off toungues
i guess she was just a wasp
and i'm the one who got stung
some days i marvel at how life
is the most beautiful of lies
but then...
this is not the first time i have died
and although i may be young
i've had thousands of lives
i don't mourn the death of the ego
u see he is no longer needed
so i celebrate his decay
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