What Darwin Didn’t Know
The difference between surviving and thrivingIs the quality of trying and grinding
For the stacks to be compiling
No matter what side of the law
To obey or to ignore
Or rebel against the system and break it down to the foundational core
Most people wasting their lives away
Going by everyday and find ways to get paid
Regardless of the situation laid, we grind and hustle,
Using either brains or muscles
Working active or subtle
Integrated into conformity by indoctrination
From childhood education
To self designated occupation
As driving force for the national economy
Abused by corporate monopoly
Widen gap of wealth and poverty
While moving through time
In space assumed as straight line
With vessel of matter that is limited and finite
Observing reality that senses can perceive
Forming consciousness to what ego want to believe
As beings roaming to eat, shit, fuck and sleep
Like a bunch of sheeps,
Herded by lust, pride and greed
Go along unquestioned until flame of will depletes
Follow routine instead of dreams until you are deceased
Forced to agree, to be, in a society,
Ruled by elites
Who’s bloodline preceeds
The recorded history
Sumerians presented them as Annunaki
Who created humans in the image of their superior bodies
Lower essence combined to align
With beings more advanced in body and mind
Created man that is limited by design
So they won’t outshine
The progenitors of humans that preserved their family anecestry line
Intended to serve as slaves for greater races and kinds
Oblivious of interitance from the highest all divine
Chained by flesh with an ego that binds
Illussion of attachment prevent the essence of true self to shine
To the point where is nothing of the self to offer
Remaining only the generated trauma
Results stack as accumulated karma
Obscuring the path to the bliss of Nirvana
In cycle of rebirth, death and drama
God given free Will but in ignorance we be living blind
Until awareness and wisdom in time
The soul refines
Life progress forward, but is understood in rewind
In desire decline, until the truth we find,
Leave mortality behind and return to singular prime
Six by count are the chained destinations
Major realms ordered by density and vibrations
Processed by the flow of karmic iteration
Where freedom is attained by truth realisation
That form is matter shaped by energy
As oscilating frequencies in motion that drift endlessly
Water in the seas by heat evaporates
Forming clouds to let rain generate
Like drops of water does soul originate
From the ocean of all that forever creates
Illusion of existence that from we unity are separate
Divided as individuals in various form and shape
With original essence hidden and innate
That incubates and cultivate wisdom to become awake in enlightened state, cutting ties of fate and true self liberate
In bliss as the final resting place
Poetry by Individ
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Written on 2026-01-30 at 23:27
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