Savage path of the chosen

A poem of encouragement to walk your way
Transcript:
Pointed fingers from dead ringers
In your sight no longer lingers
Narrowminded and self blinded
Ostracizing chosen kind
Chasing clout they talk about
Those who serve a higher calling
As their own souls keep on falling
Into decay there's no sun ray
That will ever light their way
Crabs in a bucket screw them f*ck it
They won't see the posted signs
Pay no mind you're source aligned
Though the road be bent and curvy
Serve your purpose cuz you're worthy
Of the world you wish to see
Fear no trouble from the rubble
Clothed in dust the low vibe be
Regeneration is your station
Leave them to their entropy
Let them wallow they can't follow
To the place you're meant to be.

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