One - Charles Manson

Welcome

Into the inner sanctum

Of Manson

At the time of birth

And every living life-form that

Exists comes from

Comes from

Comes from

Comes from

The coming from place

Beyond the concepts of those

Who have a face

And it would be a waste of precious time

To convict with the conflictions of an aberrated mind

Therefore, the stumbling blocks have been removed

And the things that have wings

Have flew, through you again

You mustn’t realize

The mind of a hawk

The mind of the pigeon

The mind of a dove

The falcon, the buzzard

The condors in the sky fly free

Forever

Come on, world

It must be one in order to be

It is one on levels of beyond the things you’ll think and do

Beyond the conceptions of conceiving there

With the birth of that what you might think is you

You play behind the hind the hind the hind the hind

Behind the hiney-hine-hine-hine

And then come back again through

Whiskey, rum, and the shadows of the wine

Who was the baddest boy you know

Had already gave his life up two times