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At birth we are called up
Each of us has a number
Drafted into the divine battle
Of ego over spirit
Many of us resist
Or even dodge the draft
Surviving within
The fuckery world
Of man's egoistic materialism
Over time, that desertion
Will catch up to you
Karma catches
Every last decision
You make
Fight the battle
To your light, your divinity
Now
Do the work
That must be done
Or suffer through in survival
It is a choice, a duty
Every man has
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