Fall of humandkind at the push of a button. Funny cosmic fate digs earthquakes and eruptions. Winds and rains disperse dirty radiation. Presidential slick talk preaches change we can believe in.

Wars for holy lands, wars for desert sands, wars for wealthy hands, wars for fighting future space men…

I absorb vitamins and nutrients and minerals and create landfills and smog. I procreate while defacating all over my environment. Now I am bound by sin to make some mistakes. Please God help me if God is fate. One last battle and I graduate into a mage. I’ve got this bucket of spells I keep pouring down my wishing well. Their sounds swell up from the depths, convincing me to give this world hell as I fight hermit style. Supposedly safe within my tower, now as a mage I wake from this dream and take power. Surpassing wanna-be saints and prophets in my way, I unleash beauty in an unrestrained burst. Look out universe, this new dimension is arcane.

Imagine a spark spiraling cyclical through the ages. Ancient patterns percolate through collective waves spewing up hints, and clues, and whispers of wisdom. Our kingdom was an illusion. Soul owning manipulators moulding through media the hive and how it obeys. Clapping happily as waves splash foundations. Our religion, our entertainment, our education; all have a price in the final equation. We give up so much to gain, but what sacrifice has born rise to this situation? Whether scientific or spiritual, answers always have a way of confusing. A few billion already swarm the surface, a few billion more and we could reach the brink.

“I wish you well on your pathway to hell. I say good luck on your journey to hades. Have a good time in the underworld. Heaven won’t miss you, the great beyond will not embrace you. I wish you well on your pathway to hell.”

All the holy people in the past, all of the religion through history, her story was covered up, his story was changed, the rest is money and power and preserving the “order”. This balance will never be complete.

“I wish you well with your evil actions and greedy ways, and I say good luck with your home beyond the grave. Your spineless attitude forsook the world around you.”

Presidential blasphemy, corporate tyranny and bigotry, hilarious absurdity channeled through the media, sublimely lining up the leaders of our beast.

Lies, theft, manipulation and prostitution of religion, science, and government. And all the stories are wrong. And every culture belongs to the earth, sun, galaxy, universe, and beyond. But here and now both good and evil made love for all to see. And the western theories looked to the east, and the eastern thoughts looked on with curiosity. While spacecraft filled with an alien’s laughter made whole movies for the others back home to see, making one last comment to the greedy earthlings before leaving:

“I wish you well on your pathway to hell. Heaven won’t miss you, the great beyond will not embrace you.” 

Given time to reflect… I forgot myself further up the path. Hopes and dreams race by quicker than the light from the sun, and they float and they swirl and they shine. I am the king of this democratic tyranny, and if left up to me I’ll feed you all to the beast. My roaring lion of a heart will not show mercy to the subjects. 

…gonna start a war, and the soldiers are gone. While the children’s future bleeds, while aristocrats feast, while the garden burns, I’m pissing on the flames. I twist and swivel my hips, write my name with my fist. When I put this fire out, I’ll ask for my reward.

So obessed with words; one day we’ll read minds, have emotional hard drives. We’ll be connected, and live in a hive. You’ve got to be careful. You’ve got to watch out. Our ignorance can harm us. Our beliefs can pull us down.

Give up your answers to all that you know, and fall through a prism incredibly doubtful. Strain with the bottomless, race with the endless, combine what is left, and once more push ahead. There’s no space left in heaven, and hell’s already full. Guess we’re gonna have to find some other place to go. For every answer that you give, I’ll ask another question. Chase truth forever. Better off silent than seeking it with words, tumbling over tongue tied translations. 

We listen to the words they say, then we see the actions they take. They swear to follow God, while prooving they do not. We hear the peace they claim while we watch the wars they wage. They promise us it all while they let our freedom fall.

Now I know the phony science that they taught me. Now I know the truth of the history that they hid from me. Now I know the evil games that they played on me.

Now I know. Now I’ve grown. Now am I free?

So what, sometimes deep and dark are my thoughts. Triggered by faults in my part I am guilty. God gave me beautiful things. I was born into a life of opportunity. I swallowed the “American Dream”, then squandered each moment it gave me.

We put up with the destruction, and we are partners with lunacy. Devil take comfort we will bring you more offspring. Jesus take shelter we will keep your mythology.

Twisted is purpose in me. Terrified of being free. Hanging from the money tree, praying to the TV, hallelujah Hollywood, no more evil no more good, I’m tire of all the dreaming, I’m tire of all the lies, make me into nothing, promise me a prize.

In God we trust our arrogance, extravagantly we go on spending the resources of the world. We use war to thrust messages of peace, as “we the people” drift off to sleep. Well I’m tired of all the dreaming and I’m tired of all the lies. Make me into something, I’ll give back my prize. We’re tired of all the dreaming and we’re tired of all the lies. Make us into something, give us a surprise.

Yes deep and dark are my thoughts. Dare to join me and be lifted up. We can’t go back down once we reach the top, but we can claim innocence while the world fills up with blood. As the American dream wakes and dies.

Hide insides your TVs, movies, couches, candies, crucifixes, perfectionism, methane fixes; first I’d like to know: the meaning of reality, the purpose of our consciousness, and all of the reasons why perception is awake!

(A dribble of milky blue, I trip on my thoughts of you, and revel for movement through.)

Does this please you is it consecrated, cleaned and cut and regulated? Does this help you contemplate?

A dribble of milky blue, I trip on my thoughts of you, and revel for movement though.

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Reaching for peace, society attempting to be free… Evolving with a shred of decency, governments thinking clearly… When we the people have just about had enough… War comes down upon us, foundation is fractured, our kingdom collapses… Live my life while tired and ignorant, chasing the media, part of the machine…

(We’re only just waking)

A species reaches a new kind of age but returns to old habits and old revolutions. There are flaws in the soul that exist as some kind of control, as the cycle continues some layers erode. The future will be like the past but ahead of us, a different approach to the same situation.

(We’re only just waking. We have to find a way out of this mess)

They conquer and divide… order out of chaos and we don’t mind… confuse what we see… take to the streets… we turn on each other when we should be focused on the elites.

Reaching for peace, society attempting to be free… evolving with a shred of decency… leadership thinking fairly… When we the people have finally had enough… War pours out among us, foundation is shattered, our kingdom is gone… Live my life while tired and fearful, chased by the media, cold as a machine… Tear my circuits out, spill my blood around, climb into rapture made of waste…

That’ll be the day.

(I’m trying to understand how we behave: Spread those arms, drop those bombs, then look the other way reaching for peace)?

It’s shaking us, but the world keeps revolving. We are stable. Only, with evil as a partner, can we sustain ourselves? It tears us apart. This want of power drives us through these bloody battles. War torn but always thriving… it’s the human method.  I’ll keep my belief in a brighter future.

Time gives us a dance of life and death. Creation sparked, or always was and will be, or and end could be possible? Stuck with gravity, we’re constantly uplifting our morality uncontrollably unfolding but attempting to continue to uphold some virtue of worth or revenue. I’ll keep my belief in a brighter future.