Mudslide
Backward in time
To the golden age of monetary expansion
Reno, Nevada
Their was this selfish need for the elitists to build the arsenal that has housed the less fortunate ever since the demand for its erection
Upon further inspection, it seems that the blueprints were never drawn
They must have received some sign from Venus or some other celestial body never known to be worship worthy before
Their was a storm 1983
Ancient burial mounds came sliding down into that area of the town
There was an agenda set for building to began
So, atop the bones it began, which began the curse
From the base up to the peaked rooftops
Fueled by the uneducated and unfortunate ones with their constant misuse of the craft that has been practiced in these parts for centuries
The Voodoo, most likely brought forth from the shadows that linger upon foreign islands, noticeably sunnier these days
Black magic, obviously, never pays the bills...
They succumb to the idolatry of man-made deities
They conger up energies that were never supposed to exist
They missed their trains back home because too many portals have been left open
Like doors, they must be sealed tightly so that the ebony essences will not become super-imposed upon the vortexes that polka-dot the sky and the ground
Like the one that surrounds The Compound
I heard that a group of young children recently found human skull fragments and bones that again were somehow unearthed
Reminding us all of the forefathers of Stone Masonry that settled this place and their sick little plan
One that I was, of course, drawn into several years ago by a friend of mine who did not know how to play nice at show and tell
As homage to her, now deceased, I shall investigate the truth and get to know it, perhaps, way too well
Now I completely understand why her father went from upstanding guy in the biker scene to withering, empty, methamphetamine ridden shell
Historical facts are all that stand as witnesses
A forlorn reality that is as plain as black and white
Nothing more than yet another senseless war
A spiritual fight in attempt to out each other for the other ones chosen paths
The wrath will never cease to inhabit those who further violate the already tainted grounds
Heroin junkies
Gunfire
Murder in the first degree
Right out in the open
On blast for all the poor little innocent children to see
I am beginning to believe that I may have been sent back here to try and help free it from timeless pain
All of the lies hidden
Vaulted
The documentation points fingers towards blaming it all on nothing more than the rain...
8/27/2012