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Grow [bad word]  Sow it in your actions
And glow with passion
No backlash could harm you From passive karma
Practice dharma sanatana
Sharpen it like katanas
Hearken to your manas aura
Rajas, tamas and sattvas
Find who you are And align with the stars
But rise with caution
Don't despise the darkness
It birthed the light
Don't curse the righteous
Don't nurture your spiteful nature
Decipher the pages I write from my navel
Be enlightened and gaze
At the brightness, savour The likeness I made

Don't fight like the devas and asuras
Be assured that what you crave
Is illusory and knavish
 [bad word] will be your saviour 
Let sooth be in your prayers
If I'm spooky and dismaying
With my words and sentences
Observe like an apprentice
But practice like a master
The atlas will be blackness
But dawn will rise again
At the surprise of men
Pawns will shy from hymns
Spawns will try to win
But when you lie in sin
You can't possibly

I'm the author of gospels
But not like the bible
You blot out your rivals
Mine are eclipsed Like mica chips with the sun
On the mic I spit writs for the dumb And blinded, 
biomicrochips get spun
And align with your brains data
Redesign your grey matter
Rain strata of strange matter
Upon it, dawn of awakening 
Like the morning of a new age
I yawn as my jaw slackens And spews pages
I spawned and I fought krakens
While you conned and brought blackness
I donned it and brought back Your sought raps
I was often entrapped But I fought back
And wrought maps For the lost and the hapless 
Lost on this atlas, Forced into tragic Circumstances
I search for entrancing And perfect answers
Worded mantras In universal language
Verses from vanished Civilizations
I arise with ancient tablets Like Thoth, 
grasp that the cost Of ignorance isn't bliss
In too much knowledge is sorrow
But prejudices kiss is deadly
Ill find solace tomorrow Amidst this medley 
Of listless peddlers Of iniquitous venoms
I'm gifted with endless Abilities and friends 
For the moment, Zen till my atonement 
At one with the tones Of the cosmic ocean
The gods have spoken through me
But the goddess is my hostess [bad word] 
I'm so [bad word] at times
It's like I'm blind to the beauty
Yet rhyming is duty sublime like [bad word]