It becomes more evident with each and every passing day
Somehow, all along these winding roads, I have managed to find my way ahead
Twice, they thought twice to expect my ruin
Messengers intersected them, sent from Voodouin ancestral ties
Now, nobody tries shit like they tried with each other before
Where the door is should be perfectly clear
Our home was designed to make it through every epoch in time
Crimes will no longer be permitted
Not upon the spectrum that guards so closely the realm of our hearts
Trains depart
North-bound
South-bound
To and fro every day across this city
Pity is a piece of the past
It has no place now in this domain
Insane
in the brain
is a complicated procedure
I realize now that people make what they make of themselves
They can lie to themselves and everyone else until they turn elephant blue with rigor mortis
It will not ever turn the tortoise into the hare nor the hare into the tortoise
The truth forever remains the same
Is there honestly anyone out there now who is not aware that they have always been playing a big game?
Technology does not really enhance us
It just milks our pockets dry
It virtually remains the same in nature
A place to rant over innocent riddles that were never meant to be solved by most
You become the eager host
Begging to be drained of all your vitals
Wearing you down
Taking over your titles
Your kids
Your money
Your spouses
Your spirits
Sucked away, ever so slowly
Trinity, shattered
Setting free the holy ghosts in you
Turn around now to face the other half of you
At least you have someone left to make it through this maze with you
The who is a tiny creature from a cartoon Christmas town
We are all nobody when we separate to enjoy the fruits of our labor in silence all alone
Getting exactly what we planned so long for
At the same time, realizing that we have forgotten our original plans completely
So discreetly we trudged along brow-beaten paths
Empty inside from hiding out for so long
Take a big fat rip off the bong
To yank your overgrown heads from the burial mounds that have become your bungholes
Jarred awake from what seemed like an endless parade of wicked dreams
Like Ben-Wah balls plucked perfectly from a hungry rectum
The colors of our spectrum have all been appointed to their separate tasks
We must start by unraveling the veil
When the next South-bound train departs toward the land where the Thunder Birds still fly
The picture in the sky will be Unity....
5/7/2017