Letters from the Lunar Outpost

The miser is as much in want of what he has as of what he has not.
- Publilius Syrus, Syrian-Born Roman Writer of Aphorisms (fl. B.C. 42)

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I’ve been down here for too damn long
I walk the face of a tired planet
Through dirty towns holding desperate lives
Each sad existence knows of nothing else
We need to head somewhere above it all
We’ll leave behind all the troubles of the day
Can you hear the Spirit call you?
Freeing slaves of their monetary prisons

Your soul of heaven is floating free
Your body of Earth is led to misery
Release yourself of those material chains
And let’s ascend to the higher plains

Look around with a global perspective
Get in tune with celestial directive
I think your family’s bigger than you know
If you know you’ll let your purpose grow
We need to find something much deeper than this
Something stronger than a one-night stand, yeah
People say that you must stay down here
But it’s mortal fear

Your soul of heaven is floating free
Your body of Earth is led to misery
Release yourself of those material chains
And let’s ascend to the higher plains

Your soul of heaven is floating free
Your body of Earth is led to misery
Release yourself of those material chains
And let’s ascend to the higher plains
And let’s ascend to the higher plains
And let’s ascend to the higher plains
And let’s ascend to the higher plains

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