The haze that blankets us
Creeping slowly inward from the galaxies that circle our surroundings
Some of us have been warned by inner voices
Changing octaves to form a Universal code
Our sins have captured us to play one final round
The shifting of Her platelets have shifted our blueprints all around
Some of those, still Earth bound, may tarry somehow
An ancient fog that caught back up to us, finding us wallowing in the riff-raff of all our uncertainties
Lives, spent is blasphemy beneath venemous hierarchies
Under man-made, petty laws
A continual fear
A metamorphosis that never transforms inherent falsehood too well
So many have sold their own souls like they are rented spaces at a flea market and, let me assure you that most of the shit they bring with them is nothing but useless junk
The Father of Lies attracts us like the toxicity that emmits from the ass end of a pissed off skunk
The odor exuded strangely draws us to its vigor
Like vultures to the scent of rigor-mortis
Swarming once death is detected
Infected, this land by the careless inhabitants who have so graciously been given the divinity of the mind
A virus, rejected in an unforgiving way
Too many chances have to us been given
Vaccination is now Her only hope
Leaving behind in its wake a fresh isotope to gather up the atoms of a new Sun
The battle has been over for quite some time
She already has won, quite deservedly but of course
No time left to reconcile our separation
She has already granted us our divorce....
12/02/2009