A Poem for a friend

The drives of piles
pile higher and higher
tipping the scales to fall to the sky
a dreaming place where invisible fields are painted
with the skin of your lightbody
trick not the monkey that squats at your doorstep
tripping you each time you leave the home
instead walk with his power in your hands
pull the power from the 2nd into the hands
and as the spiral point comes to the surface
sending that which is thirsted for into the masses
as brainwashing towers fall all monkeys will run wild
tearing down the laws of mans lower nature as the
higher brings the song that all souls long to sing
inspired by magnus 0, yet ever remaining a gift to all

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