[THE GAME OF LOVE AND THE LOVE OF THE GAME]
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Why do we play these games as love fails to gain ground on a hardened world.
We were once created to dwell in harmony in a garden long ago where we lost our innocence on a whim.
Underneath the canopy of trees where we held hands in bliss... shaded and secure.
Before death and famine... before being led astray by an arrogant angel formed of fire in the chambers of Allah.
Why do we play these games as the planet is drained and life has become so cheap that the masses are but chattel to be used and abused... food for the fire of the furnace.
As once we sought knowledge of self in the air that we breathed... in the food that we ate... in the water that cleansed our skin.
Looking to the stars for clues to ourselves while forgetting to explore the dimensions contained within.
Why do we play these games as every day becomes a step closer to death where we shall linger in the limbo of realization.
Your beauty has transcended as we have become blended by the horrors of slavery... the lies of segregation and the amazing spectacle of intergration.
Lost spirituality as we have been taught to see the material... while forgetting the fabric of our lives.
The things that humanity was molded of.
All the while we play games with love like children while the situation could never be more serious... the prize never farther away.
In these times, where the game has become love.
hamzahfaruq
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/
Why do we play these games as love fails to gain ground on a hardened world.
We were once created to dwell in harmony in a garden long ago where we lost our innocence on a whim.
Underneath the canopy of trees where we held hands in bliss... shaded and secure.
Before death and famine... before being led astray by an arrogant angel formed of fire in the chambers of Allah.
Why do we play these games as the planet is drained and life has become so cheap that the masses are but chattel to be used and abused... food for the fire of the furnace.
As once we sought knowledge of self in the air that we breathed... in the food that we ate... in the water that cleansed our skin.
Looking to the stars for clues to ourselves while forgetting to explore the dimensions contained within.
Why do we play these games as every day becomes a step closer to death where we shall linger in the limbo of realization.
Your beauty has transcended as we have become blended by the horrors of slavery... the lies of segregation and the amazing spectacle of intergration.
Lost spirituality as we have been taught to see the material... while forgetting the fabric of our lives.
The things that humanity was molded of.
All the while we play games with love like children while the situation could never be more serious... the prize never farther away.
In these times, where the game has become love.
hamzahfaruq
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