One day I’ll be labeled a terrorist! Cause I have love raised fists!
But I am not scared of this! Acknowledging bliss, that’s how we do this. Not a socialist, extremist or communist!
They may label me an occultist, a mind rapist, a witch, a son of a bitch, but I won’t flinch!
Strong like Popeye and spinach!
Opening eyes with love image!
They look at me with dark face grimace knowing I am a soldier of love, wisdom and knowledge, someone not powerless!
I use to be like all the rest, but hard time survival put me to the test!
Now I feel blessed!
My mind is no longer under arrest!
Inner love conquest!
Put yourself to the test…I wish you all the best!
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