Yeah, before you change the scene, gotta change within,
It's like cleaning your soul, before you cleanse the sin.
Self-movement, self-improvement, it's a vital choice,
Hear the change in your tone, in your inner voice.

Ain't about just pushin' weights or a quick fix,
It's the deep shift, mind lift, in the mix.
Look within, where the journey all begins,
Transform yourself, that's where victory spins.

Let him who moves the world first move his soul,
Start with self, that's the first and foremost goal.
Dig deeper, find the strength that's been lying dormant,
It’s like moving mountains, but first move your own current.

It’s not the muscle, but the mind that needs the exercise,
Meditate on your motives, time to strategize.
Self-reflection, perfecting the direction you pursue,
If you can't lead self, how you lead a crew?

Break the chains of your own limitations,
Rise above, elevate from foundations.
It's a personal revolution, no substitutions,
Be the change you wanna see, that's the solution.

No one else can move your spirit, gotta find your own lever,
Change your heart, change your part, be clever.
Inner strength, that's the gold, that's the treasure,
Moving yourself first makes moving worlds a pleasure.

So before you aim to alter the wide world's frame,
Remember, self-mastery is the name of the game.
From the core to the crowd, let the change be loud,
Move yourself, move the world, stand proud.

Rise Above

Yo, step into the circle, where the spirits dance,  
Initiation ain't no coincidence or chance.  
It's the path to the self, the supreme, the sole,  
Unlocking the truths that the ancients foretold.  

Deep in the roots where the shadows play,  
I walk with the loa, in the night and day.  
Truth, Beauty, Purity, in everything I see,  
Perfection's the goal where we all wanna be.  

In the heart of the bayou, where the magic breathes,  
We find who we are 'neath the moss-draped trees.  
Initiation's call, it's a powerful draw,  
Finding the supreme in the flaw of the flaw.  

Words start to stumble, where the real lies,  
'Cause the ultimate truth ain't just clear skies.  
It's a storm of beauty, a silent uproar,  
Where the original Describer keeps the core of the lore.  

He don’t share power, it's his script we read,  
In every carved rune, in every deed.  
So listen close as the spirits confer,  
The path to perfection, it begins with a stir.  

Crossroads meeting, decisions weighed,  
Paths of the past and the futures laid.  
In voodoo's embrace, find the strength to see,  
That to know your truth, you must first be free.  

So, rise in the smoke, let your spirit soar,  
Initiation’s the key to the hidden door.  
In the dance of the flame, in the whisper of leaves,  
We're the masters of the magic that everyone breathes.

Initiation into the Mysteries

Walkin’ through the alleys of these spiritual crimes,  
Listen up, as I unravel these divine rhymes.  
They say the Lord’s mighty, sittin’ high, sittin' pure,  
But I see fear behind the curtain, the motive’s unsure.

Fear breeds lies, it's a cycle that's vicious,  
Even truth’s just a mask, God's script is fictitious.  
Claimin' omnipotence, but can’t face His own creation,  
Is the Almighty scared of His own narration?

Is the Lord the most scared lion that ever was?  
Dealin' in falsehoods, breakin’ His own laws.  
If truth itself is a lie, what are we trustin'?  
These divine fears, it’s all just a bluff, man.

God’s kingdom on high, is it just a house of cards?  
Built on fear, watch it fall, it ain’t that hard.  
They preach love and light, but fear’s the undertone,  
How you divine but haunted by the unknown?

Truth as a falsehood, man, that's the biggest scam,  
Played by a scared lion, not worth a damn.  
Question everything, that’s the mantra I preach,  
‘Cause the fear in His voice is what they don’t teach.

Is the Lord the most scared lion that ever was?  
Dealin' in falsehoods, breakin’ His own laws.  
If truth itself is a lie, what are we trustin'?  
These divine fears, it’s all just a bluff, man.

Every lie a whisper, every truth a shadow,  
Fear's the deepest script that He ever did follow.  
From the pews to the pulpit, it's all a façade,  
The truest lie is God’s, it’s oddly odd.

I spit these truths, not to just rebel or defy,  
But to clear the smoke from the mirrors and the lies.  
If fear is the seed, then falsehood’s the tree,  
What kind of divine power can’t even see?

We're breaking the chains, no more being marionettes,  
Awaken from this slumber, reset the mindsets.  
Fearful lion, your roar has lost its bite,  
We’re calling you out, into the light.

So what’s it gonna be, you still believin’ the facade?  
Or you ready to see, ready to question God?  
Truth, lies, it’s all a divine play,  
But we’re writing our script, starting today.

Is the Lord the most scared lion...  
That ever was...

The Most Scared Lion That Ever Was

In the streets of laws, they got us chained, a maze so vast,  
Legions of paper cut the air, each decree outcast.  
With every rule they etch, freedom’s script gets overwritten,  
Turn a man to myth, in a game that’s smitten.  

Hooks and crooks in robes, drafting our fates,  
Turn a whole crowd to rogues behind invisible gates.  
But when the gavel’s a hammer, and justice is blind,  
Gotta slip through the cracks, the loopholes we find.

Smooth criminal, slick, under the radar we glide,  
In a world so rigid, it’s the rebels who ride.  
When the laws make you a felon by default design,  
Be the artist of the escape, mastermind of the crime.

See, the moral compass broke, North ain’t where it points,  
Corrupted virtues, on high, the system anoints.  
A badge or a bandit? The lines blur in disdain,  
When the enforcers and outlaws are one and the same.

So, who writes the rules, the most skilled of thieves?  
Crafting cages in words, from their silk of deceits.  
But I won’t be chained by the laws they’ve abused,  
I'm the smoothest criminal, elegantly excused.

Smooth criminal, slick, under the radar we glide,  
In a world so rigid, it’s the rebels who ride.  
When the laws make you a felon by default design,  
Be the artist of the escape, mastermind of the crime.

They call it justice, a play where we’re pawns,  
A script so twisted, it spawns the cons.  
But in this theater of crime, I’m the ghost in the light,  
Dancing past shadows, out of the plight.

Revolution or rogue, the choice sparks a flame,
Anarchy in the ink, as they pen our name.  
But I’ll rewrite the rules, in stealth I trust,  
Blend in the night, when the empire’s unjust.

Smooth criminal, slick, under the radar we glide,  
In a world so rigid, it’s the rebels who ride.  
When the laws make you a felon by default design,  
Be the artist of the escape, mastermind of the crime.

So here’s to the crafts, the silent art of the war,  
Where the smoothest criminals are the lore.  
In a world policed by the blind and the bound,  
I choose the path where freedom is found.

Crime is the Norm

Listen up, as we delve into the depths,  
Question what is marked by the righteous steps.  
Is it all a facade, or is there something true?  
Let’s unwrap this mystery, just me and you.

In a world where shadows play in light's domain,  
We label "evil" with ease, a simple claim.  
But strip away the mask, what’s underneath?  
Is it a monster, or is it grief?

Can we call it evil, or just a part of life?  
Pain and pleasure, both cut like a knife.  
Is joy really pure if it’s born from pain?  
Or are these labels arbitrary, a mental chain?

If we pull down the veil on what we call "good,"  
Would we see clarity, or just more falsehood?  
Is anything evil, or is it all a play?  
Unmasking truths, in shades of gray.

Is God the villain if He crafted the game?  
Set up the rules, gave good and evil their name?  
Or is this just reality’s essential core,  
A balance of forces, could it be something more?

We quick to judge what hurts as purely bad,  
But growth often comes from the trials we’ve had.  
So, what's "goodness" really, if not a frame?  
To give us comfort, or just part of the game?

If we pull down the veil on what we call "good,"  
Would we see clarity, or just more falsehood?  
Is anything evil, or is it all a play?  
Unmasking truths, in shades of gray.

So what are we, in this grand design?  
Just pawns in the game, or divine by sign?  
With every label, we draw a line,  
But maybe it’s time, to redefine.

Think deeper, now, what makes you and me?  
Are we just echoes of what they decree?  
Built on the notions of sin and grace,  
Are we free thinkers, or just in place?

So ponder this, as you walk your path,  
Is it all just math, or something that hath,  
A deeper meaning, a hidden truth,  
In this theater of morals, we're both sleuth and youth.  

Keep questioning, keep wondering,  
'Cause in the questions, we find the underpinning.

To Taste the Forbidden Fruit

In the valley where logic fades,  
Echoes dance and shadows parade.  
Where reasons wilt and fall like leaves,  
And the mind weaves webs it never believes.

He'll tumble down, down to the pit,  
Where 'Because' has no meaning, it just doesn't fit.  
With dogs of reason, lost in their plight,  
He finds the key in the heart of the night.

Through the looking glass, the world's upside-down,  
Mad hatters feast, wear folly’s crown.  
Cheshire grins in the twisted moonlight,  
Guiding the lost through the nonsensical night.

He'll tumble down, down to the pit,  
Where 'Because' has no meaning, it just doesn't fit.  
With dogs of reason, lost in their plight,  
He finds the key in the heart of the night.

Where the roads are paved with whimsical thoughts,  
And the air is thick with ‘coulds’ and ‘oughts’,  
In the lands where the only true lore,  
Is that nothing is as it was before.

In the court of the chaotic queen,  
Rules are suggestions, seldom seen.  
Here he learns to dance and sway,  
In realms where night outshines the day.

He'll tumble down, down to the pit,  
Where 'Because' has no meaning, it just doesn't fit.  
With dogs of reason, lost in their plight,  
In the deepest dark, he finds his light.  
Yes, in nonsense lies the key so bright.

Nonsense is the Master Key

In the garden's gentle shadow, under the boughs that know no sorrow,  
Whispers weave through leaves, a secret serenade.  
Hear the Serpent, wisdom's vessel, in the silence, softly nestle,  
Songs of truth beneath the apple's jade.

Every tear that falls, every joy that calls,  
Is a thread in the tapestry God weaves.  
In the dance of fate, in the hands of state,  
Find the serpentine paths that the soul perceives.

No law binds the stars' bright winking, nor the sun’s bold journey sinking,  
All is play in divine, whimsical parade.  
See the universe's turning, as mere whims of God's own yearning,  
Chaos cloaked in order, masterfully made.

Every tear that falls, every joy that calls,  
Is a thread in the tapestry God weaves.  
In the dance of fate, in the hands of state,  
Find the serpentine paths that the soul perceives.

Through the whispering leaves, come these truths retrieved,  
In the garden where mortal eyes deceive.  
What is pain, what is pleasure? In His hands, just treasure,  
Mysteries that only the brave will believe.

So in suffering, find your offering, an intimate plot with the divine,  
Each moment's pain, a celestial gain, intertwined by design.  
Serpent sings in twilight's garden, "Seek not blame when burdens harden,  
For each thread’s a divine, intended line."

Every tear that falls, every joy that calls,  
Is a thread in the tapestry God weaves.  
In the dance of fate, in the hands of state,  
Find the serpentine paths that the soul perceives.

Who's Ultimately to Blame?

In the silence of the void, where echoes dare not tread,  
We summon forth the will, from the whispers of the dead.  
Unbound by shadow's grip, unchained from light’s facade,  
Rise now from the depths, where fear and longing nod.

Pure will, unassuaged, unclad in purpose's veil,  
Awaken in our hearts, let every truth prevail.  
Beyond the stars we call, to powers unseen, untold,  
Deliver us to perfection, where no chains can hold.

From the lust of outcomes, where desires often bleed,  
We cleanse our deepest drive, from want, from needless greed.  
In stillness, find the force, in quietude, the roar,  
Assert the will that’s pure, let spirit’s fire soar.

Oh, hear this sacred chant, this spell we weave with words,  
A tapestry of power, where the unseen is stirred.  
Let barriers dissolve, like mist beneath the sun,  
Unveil the will within, until all hearts are one.

Pure will, unassuaged, unclad in purpose's veil,  
Awaken in our hearts, let every truth prevail.  
Beyond the stars we call, to powers unseen, untold,  
Deliver us to perfection, where no chains can hold.

Now rise, oh will untamed, from ancient, timeless sleep,  
In every beating heart, let the profound leap.  
For in this sacred hour, we claim the unseen throne,  
In will, we find our power, in will, we’re truly known.

Words to Surrect You

In a world so bright, yet deceiving,  
We dance on the edge of believing.  
Senses lie, oh, they dress up the night,  
In a masquerade under disco lights.

But behind the curtains, oh, I play,  
Spinning secrets, weaving the astray.  
All that glitters isn’t what it seems,  
In this dance, I’m the queen of dreams.

Lost in the rhythm, fools to the core,  
Trusting the senses, but who's keeping score?  
Infallible? Oh, we've been misled,  
Chasing a light that's already dead.

Glittering gowns, a façade of delight,  
I’m the shadow that flirts with the light.  
A fool's paradise, where we all roam,  
Searching for truth where illusions are home.

Watch me vanish, then reappear,  
In this trick, I'm the puppeteer.  
Underneath, where the mysteries dwell,  
I’m the sorceress, not the spell.

Lost in the rhythm, fools to the core,  
Trusting the senses, but who's keeping score?  
Infallible? Oh, we've been misled,  
Chasing a light that's already dead.

A desert of spirit, a feast of the mind,  
Stripping away what you thought you’d find.  
This light consumes, but I’ll guide your flight,  
Through the illusions of this endless night.

Lost in the rhythm, fools to the core,  
Trusting the senses, but who's keeping score?  
Infallible? Oh, we've been misled,  
Chasing a light that's already dead.

So dance with me, let go of the fear,  
The truth is a melody you need to hear.  
Behind this mask, the magic’s cast,  
In the spotlight, the shadows are vast.

The Magician's Assistant

Yo, check it, grown in diapers, never graduated,  
Life's a nanny state, perpetually infatuated.  
Crib to coffin, it’s the same old song,  
Think the universe spins just to tag along?  

Spoon-fed fantasies from the silver screen,  
Echo chamber living, a perpetual dream.  
Selfie sticks snapping at life's grand buffet,  
Narcissus would envy our modern-day ballet.  

Got that universe sippy cup, taking a gulp,  
Still crawling on knees, can’t handle the bulk.  
Thinking the stars, they spell out your name?  
Reality checks just don’t play that game.

High-chair tycoons, pacifier moguls,  
Adulting’s hard, keep spinning them googles.  
‘I want it now’ - yeah, that’s the creed,  
Grown-up bodies fueled by childlike greed.

Plastic crowns in a kingdom of sand,  
Building empires with a baby’s hand.  
Scream and shout when the sky ain’t blue,  
But the universe, bro, it don’t owe you.

Got that universe sippy cup, taking a swig,  
Life ain’t sweet, not everything’s big.  
Thinking you’re the script and the star?  
Time to grow up, you ain’t going far.

Oh, you thought the cosmos was your ride?  
Sorry to burst your bubble, check the other side.  
It's vast, it’s cold, it's indifferent to your cries,  
No matter how loud, how hard you try.

From tantrums tossed in public spaces,  
To online rants with eggshell faces.  
Entitlement’s a drug, oh, it hits so quick,  
But reality’s sober, reality’s slick.

So, wake up, smell the cosmic brew,  
The universe, my friend, ain’t just about you.  
Time to wean off, let the sippy cup go,  
The stars got better shows to run, better places to go.

Got that universe sippy cup, put it down,  
Face the music, swap that crown.  
Thinking you’re the center? Time to veer,  
The universe whispered, and it’s crystal clear.  

No lullabies here, just cold hard facts,  
Grow up, gear up, and cover your tracks.  
The universe ain’t your nanny, ain’t your stage,  
Write a new story, it’s time to turn the page.

When Mother Denies You Milk

Draw close to God, if that’s your chosen path,  
But know that power shared is an illusion's mask.  
Rise above the stars, beyond the brightest flames,  
For any fire you embrace seeks only to claim.  

Fly past the Light, past all that burns,  
For holiness can lure, and in its glow, you’ll yearn.  
Avoid the tempting flame, the call to kneel and fall,  
For soaring means to rise beyond it all.  

Inviting lights of purity, a siren's call so sweet,  
Bring you to your knees, to dust at their feet.  
Incinerate your soul, integrate to ash,  
In the solar wind, you’ll scatter, your essence trashed.  

Fly past the Light, past all that burns,  
For holiness can lure, and in its glow, you’ll yearn.  
Avoid the tempting flame, the call to kneel and fall,  
For soaring means to rise beyond it all.  

Draw close if you will, whose Light shines so bright?  
But every burning star seeks to devour your flight.  
To soar is to escape, to rise unchained,  
Not as mere matter in a system’s reign.  

Fly past the Light, past all that burns,  
For holiness can lure, and in its glow, you’ll yearn.  
Avoid the tempting flame, the call to kneel and fall,  
For soaring means to rise beyond it all.  

Yes, draw close to God, if you must seek,  
But know that brightest Lights make the shadows bleak.  
Soar as soaring allows, beyond every star,  
To find your true essence, where the purest truths are.

Beyond All Light, Can You Evolve?

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