how deep do we need to get before we can sense that we are lost
amongst the visceral rubble and ruin?… with knees and legs tucked into a
fatal fetal position as we go under the forceful delusions… the awe
wears thin as the veil begins to shred with ease… the shadows darken our
own reality as we crave the light eternally… the trimmings of our race
has become the essence of efficiency, and we kill ourselves day to day
to create an organic compound of faith amongst each other… do we even
agree how this should be, or can we even see this discrepancy?… there is
no ease when moving through this maze, and therein lies the awe that we
feel inspired to spit back out at each other, to make every other
denizen and citizen aware of the obvious… like an obnoxious reminder of
what to expect from the annoying intrigue this social psychotic drama
opens up into… not even the most obscure scholar understands the
reckless abandon with which we seem to expose our lives to damage… to
understand the path and journey towards which we meet our destruction
and resurrection seem an unfathomable mystery to behold… especially
among all these juvenile entities that claim to be relative and relevant
alike… can we be so bold as to say that we are even linked together as a
species?… the distinct cries out between our ears like a manifest
destiny of hatred for our own kind, and the softer we act it seems the
harder they react, hitting us with all the brute strength that they
muster to hurt both our spirituality and physicality… they want us to do
as they say through the enforcement of control triggers that will make
us all march like dogs are lemmings off the cliff side… the crevice of
our political reign is a festering mass wound procured through a pursuit
of sterile social ideals, and it betrays always the fact that we are
all unique spiritual beings and not the tools that the system might have
us conform to… social engineering just leads us to reconstruction of
our past beliefs in what real means, and so we all seem to reweave the
popular construct in the name of progress… so it would seem to us, the
insiders looking outward, and so toying with ideas of apocalyptic
natures as opposed to man-made continuity seems to be completely
applicable to this extreme spectrum of speculation… where is a home for
these theories?… I guess it is Here, my friends…
Thanks, khet.
