Divorce

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