Holes

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Holes, holes, holes burnt in and dug open,
In hearts and in the roads
In thoughts and in actions,
In orbits and in permits,
In life and in meta physics,




Holes, holes and holes,
All that is dug is none but void,
Holes of finite fashion, consuming infinite passions,
The more it's consumed the more charged are the passions,



Holes, holes, and more holes,
The more they dig in,
The more they get dug out,
For infinite poisons and human spirit,
Point to THE ONE void of any holes of finite frivolities,

Holes in hearts, buried and covered by passion,
Holes in mind plugged in knowledge,
Holes in thoughts purged by SHIVA
Holes on the road, remain as no roads remain,
Holes on the world are but a fill up in the chillum of  SHIVA to burn and be full of life




For the void and the holes are the facade faced in delusions,
Yet holes sink in and do themselves up in the void of time

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