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There's an old praised tree in the town
That has false divine laws carved on its trunk
Prevents people from going beyond
This anonymous system of control

This tree is rotten in the core
And it is envious of the native forest
Of this mountain from where comes a call
Inviting men to feel the oneness

I'll go – No gods, no laws
Servitude no more
No violence, no time – Just snow

Floating in white nothing
Swimming in the all
Freed of matter limitations
Away from the city noise

This tree gives the sweetest fruits
And it's turning people addicted
Now they are all afraid to starve
If they follow the call and go too far… but…

Unburdened climb to the heights to awaken consciousness
Fearing to leave behind the false safety of the flesh
Of the mind… of the ego

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