Let the vast deserts of war be replaced by fragrant fields of flowers
Let life take on the form of poetic beauty.
Let true democracy arise, so that people will not rely on leaders.
Let justice be released from its dank, dirty prison.
Let archaic institutions of crude power, be gently transformed, into playgrounds of love.
Let freedom reign supreme, so that it is not just an ideal to be found in textbooks.
Let us provide everyone with the tools to experience holy,
Infinite consciousness.
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