healthy earth

healthy earth where are you hideing?

where are the stars smileling?

tell me where to look to be bullet proof

like when the incas would do

i wish to be so glowfully present

that any evil force would dissolve in my sight

i wish to vibe in my own light

so all you would wake up

 and be so brightfully blissful

tell me where the gifts will be present

and i will go to them

where is love?

does it belong to the chosen ones?

The End

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