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Poem: All Lives Matter
First it was white lives matter.
Now it's black lives and blues lives matter.
When will it end, my friends?
Now is the time for us to remember who we really are.
Infinite souls, magnificent creators
Your body is but your meat sack, as David Icke would say, the vehicle through which you experience this reality.
You are more than the story of your life.
You are love.
I am love.
We are all love.
We are all one.