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Hearken!

O, Blind Worshippers of Gods!

Thy mind eyes ripped off without a vestige

Thou descry beyond the sky

Heeding to self-proclaimed Men of Gods

Schemers reaching their pinnacles

Astounding the masses with rehearsed miracles

Admission exercise for the fabled heavens

Begun in this life for the credulous ones

Staging divine acts with calefare

Deceiving the eyes with paid media

Promising the light at the end of the tunnel

Leading the masses to a bloody massacre

Reckoning on superstitious belief

Calling onto God, to enter his body

Staging a play with perfection

Of chasing the demon and blind faith is earned

Compelling payments to please the God

In return thou shall receive the promised hoard

Mass Congregation; Mass Suicide

Intellect sacrificed once and for all

Sarvam khalvidam brahma

Ekam Evādvitiyam brahma

Ayam atmā brahma

Aham brahmāsmi

All of this is Brahman

Brahman is One, without a second

Atman and Brahman are the same

I am Brahman

Seeking joy, Men turns to God

Offerings placed, Men

build their hope

Chasing wealth, land and love

And in all kinds of experience

He stops then to contemplate

What truly makes life resonate

Service to Man is Service to God

With full vigour, he began his job

Alleviating pain on Earth

But what remains is just the dearth

Lasting joy is what he wants

But what he does yields not his wants

For what’s created is bound to fade

In the end, it is all dead

The joy he seeks, he cannot clasp

In Mokṣa alone, does it truly grasp

He starts then to seek Mokṣa

Like the objects he’s sought so far

Paying godsmen to appease the Gods

To deliver you Mokṣa - You pitiful clod!

The desire alone ain’t enough

sādhana catuṣṭaya

Attaining will bring you closer

but the challenge lies in facing the asat

The truth is not

A commodity

To be played to your

Whims and fancy

Hearken!

O, Blind Worshippers of Gods!

Halt this futile journey

blindly seeking Mokṣa

The truth is very close

yet it is so far

What makes you see and not

the Alluring Māyā