My beliefs are sworn
Forever changing
Adaptations to all of the reactions of this sacred creature we live upon
The Being we all keep on destroying
A viral infection upon Her surface
Weaving its way through the flesh that houses the entire Golden Dream
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Her scream, once silent, becomes a terrible roar
The means to improve this very obvious, yet they are all completely ignored almost
Meeting others like myself here and there
Not everywhere like it once was, not too far back in linear time
A grand illusion
Fision....Fusion....experimental discharge floating through the air that all of us depend upon to breathe
Ego\'s enlarging every moment of every night and day
This is no longer only a brutal game like the one we are all so used to playing
Its margins, far exceeding the boundaries of even the most brilliant, resilient mind
Who in the crowd shall be granted their departures?
Will there really one day exist this so-called \"Utopia\" spoken of by the ancients that will leave only the chosen ones behind?
Atlantean souls, reincarnated as mortal men...
Through the eyes of all the sheep, the shepherds see much deeper into it all for reasons not acknowledged nor explained
Why is it that they figure they were granted these gifts?
Some of us have been sent down here to give this poor, magnificent creature the face lift that She rightfully deserves
The fucking nerve of those who have made the choice to throw all of our chances to the wind
The chosen ones have survived this war because we have all reveled in the return of the karmic boomerang thrown at us by all the times we so seriously have sinned
The very definition of such a ridiculous word cannot be found in any man-written book
The ones with the keys to Utopia know the moment that they open their three eyes and take a look
Times in our historical past have changed quite drastically
Utopia has begun to emerge faster than anyone ever dreamt that it could
There are steps that need to be taken and they need to be taken sooner than soon
It must all be correctly situated when it materializes
No time to sit and wait until the next Blue Moon
All good will be given its just rewards
The rest of the muck will be shut out in the cold like the planet we have been so blessed to have lived upon
The oracle that gives us life, ignored...
By a bunch of primitive, ignorant beasts!...
Hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel when the skies of our atmosphere have been painted so grey
So hard to find anything at all to believe in or any reason for anyone to want to stay....
10/29/2010