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I foresee a shift at its highest peak
The masses herd like zombified-frightened sheep
For it is the truth that they subconsciously seek
Lulled to sleep by a box called reality T.V
Split and flick at the surrealist seams
Interviews with industrial “personalities”
Robots taking pickings for their ‘oh so’ glorious greed.
Comprised and painted from the slime of egos, please
But that brand-logo makes it glimmer and gleam
I dust away my minds DMT
Omniscient and heightened to God as me
With three eyes I sore to preach
Sacred Geometry flows through these dreams
Dimensions peak behind warm lucid sheets
I dive deep to push my conscious through these nootropic seas.