Anger is like a noose the shaman said,
Don\'t struggle to control,
Learn to describe,
That which expressed fractals,
On your mandalas eye,
Learn to respect the power of bending,
To seeing the straight as curved,
The broken unfixable,
The hole too small to climb through,
But air is so fresh
That hole is the only way to freedom,
Climb for it u desperado!
The freedom of ritual is alive