“GATES” no trust there

Seeing is believing
Through the bark
It’s actual skin
The Inner workings of the tree
The Holly known as Tinne
It’s pain it’s truest energy
From which we blurt out, we
Look outside the universe
and we begin to see
Time we hear
each beating heart
It’s thunder from above.
The cataclysmic revelations
That we know as love
Believing everything you are told
Means little in the end
It’s not what you are told you see
It’s who tells you
Their reason and their obligation
For I have to say
The lies spread by the likes of Gates and partners
Melt away

White and yellow
Can become black
The liver knows
The genome from inheritance
It’s in the wind that blows

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