Times are changing, clearly
The concept of time changes as well
It is a different illusion in each of our eyes
Like Hell, another concept
Some see it as a place where we are sent for our souls to find their damnation
Some of us can see how that concept goes against the grain of all creation as a whole
If anything, we are there already
It steady shows us every time we remember to blink
The mind is a dreadful wanderer
Each thought that we think, creates
So, it is a damned good thing that thoughts can change
One second calm, cool , collected
The next, our heads deranged
Thoughts are entities
Thoughts are things
The brain is what tells us that the slap to the flesh stings
Freedom rings eternal within
Nothing can judge sin but God
The odd feeling of complacency that we suffer through, caused by concepts in time
Illusions that spatter their abstract colors against the barricades that inhibit the sublime
The place where some think that they\'ll be taken over by the creatures of the dark\\
By Boogeymen
All of the spectres that we have created to feed to our fear when we have been diminished again and again and again
A brutal circle
A game that we play with our own dignity just for shits and giggles
For fun
Cornered, once someone has decided that they have won the fight
Goodnight, sweet miserable self....
11/12/2010