I die by night,
Rejoice in the light,
A new person born,
A lesser person dies.

Psychedelics show the way,
a better person to stay.

A way to introspect,
analyze your past moves,
Loosing your pride,
Your ego dies.

So much to know,
Nothing to hide,
Ego is worse,
There goes pride.

Humbled and fallen,
Shattered and torn,
Barriers are broken,
The crown is stolen.

Put back together,
Bit by bit,
Joining pieces,
that were misfit.

Together again,
Its a new me,
Learning to respect,
All Humanity.

Who am I to judge you,
Who are you to judge me,
After all Mother made us,
Just the same, dint she.

Together we will grow,
Together we will share,
A little bit of learning,
A little bit of loving.

Then when we fly,
A glorious world,
Wings unfurled,
Flying high,
Through the heavenly skies.

Religion is an illusion,
that makes you feel holy.

If it did any good,
would the world be so gory?

Why is it that,
You find it so hard to believe?

You can be a God,
By just helping me.

All you need to do
is lend your hand,

Take their hands,
forgot the color or creed,

Just a touch of love
a little understanding,
and a miracle the world will see.

Then you shall realize,
the simplicity,
God is in you and me.