GeekyArtistArabWoman - Lubzi

The juice of my heart

I call myself Lubzi. I am from Palestine. I live there too
I am a blend of cultures, a salad of sounds, colors & words. I like to create. I love learning. I aspire to inspire. I seek freedom, harmony, peace and justice. I like to be a bridge between hearts and minds, between people from different cultures and backgrounds.
Here you'll find my theatre sound designs, audio art pieces, some of my writings and sketches & all kinds of crazy mixes and audio experiments that I do.

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Selling your soul to the devil

You don't understand 
I don't think you will
I sold my soul to the devil once 
And for years 
I tasted luxury
I enjoyed convenience
But the emptiness only grew bigger
I was alive
But dead inside
The bad karma grew huge
I paid the price
For years
I paid in suffering
And rivers of tears
I'm not surprised you can't see
I couldn't see
For years
I wasted my life
And my precious soul
It is a miracle
That I was able to redeem myself
And retrieve my soul
From the claws of the devil
You won't understand 
I'm trying to spare you
The pain to come
When you realize
The mistake you're doing

I walked the path 
You so eagerly want to walk
I injured myself
Some of the wounds will never heal
And I feel
You will 
Go 
And do what I did
I wish you could listen 
With your heart
Put your intellect aside
And feel my words
Don't serve the devil
You'll never gain
You think you can 
Serve evil 
Yet win
No
I tell you again
Don't
Compromise 
Don't participate 
You can change things
Create
Something real
Don't serve this fake institution
Don't sell your values
Don't
It's prostitution 
I know
I was one of the prostitutes
I prostituted my mind
And heart
To greed
And empty ambition
I was a tool
In their hands
I can't still believe
I'm free
Yes
I'm finally free
I wish you let me spare you
What I've gone through
You will discover for yourself
The emptiness of your choice
The danger of compromise 
They're the devil
In disguise
I'm not talking bullshit
I've been there
I want you to be happy
But will you?
You will be part of the machine
That crushes us all
You'll pray for a fake god
You'll help the rich get richer
And the poor get poorer
And the oppressed get more oppressed
And the powerful get more powerful
Is this why you're here?
Why can't you hear
Me
Plead to you
Don't 
Don't
I've seen many choose 
To serve the gods of greed
And  loose
Their heart and soul
I said what I have to say
Go on your merry way
I wish you the best

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