living in a world where love is crazy
and a murderous manipulative machine is the norm.
an eternal fire of truth and beauty is insanity
and a convenient life built on slavery, murder and rape is not only accepted
souls being sold
because it is easier to lie and ignore than it is to speak from the heart.
everyone wants a piece but nobody wants to do the work.
an illusory freedom keeps everyone entertained
as the price for such a thing is your soul as the contract is written in blood
of the millions slaughtered in wars against make believe enemies.
this world is on fire
and thank god
because it needs to be purified, transmuted and disintegrated
and from the ashes
the bird will rise up again and fly away
from all the horror, distortion, lies and mutilation
of anything true and beautiful.
with a seed in his mouth
a new home will be found
for the seed to be planted.
what people believe to be the light is darkness
and there are colors unseen to the human eye hiding in the darkness.
the archons live and control and distort
as they dangle the carrot in front of the ass
do not fall for it.
stay steady. stay true.
and know that there is no freedom in this place
until control is out of the hands of demons, devils and the demiurge.