The tears of blood from the flood of emotion. Calm down the commotion. Empty gestures throb my mind, when so much potential goes to the grind. Every desert could be turned into a lavish green garden. Such a travesty, here come the tears.. the tears of blood. Needless policies based on snooties, rampant ideological paranoia. Zeros and Ones v.s. X's and O's. Oh no! Who knows the effects technologies are having on people and culture!? to take on the token taken brunt of the yawn fest spectacle if ya got the guts with a touch of gusto.. Real life hangs in the balance. Surreal life is the ultimate trip of the real.
Even Jesus sweat tears of blood when he found out god doesn't exist. Had no known disciple that knew what he was talking about except good old doubting thomas. Things could be so great! so it's time to throw over the tables at the temple. The tail tucker smuggers wound by a mechanistic mythological tale. Wound by the fear factor reality t.v. politcs FAKE show.
What the eyes have seen, they bleed, scenes so serene it made my perfect dream, where it's not just about the primal scream but the primal laugh. I compost what you leave like leaves, natures blanket. Keep the dream alive the real vibe, take on the best part of what I know of your essence and uphold to stay the true blue bold.
Wheres the food what is real, my essence and not even a story is supreme. I can tell the tale in a story disjointing, put the got it twisted words back so they actually work and blow your mind outwards to stare dwon the mask on your mirror face. Are you the real you!? not when your not being true, to yourself, what does that mean. Find your core values never sacrifcied to the defaced haze devaluing degrading vice.
Forced to see by default what everyone seems to have forgotten or passed by. I know all the angels and demons by heart. I'm not scared of the dark. I'm made out of the scars of dead and dying suns. I see the daze clear, never let in the haze. I'm alone, not dead. Experience a death , so as to come back different creature. I am a creature, not a creedture, I felt the religion drain from my body losing my belief system.
The true riches must not be squandered. Not let all be thats left as a false image of human life keep locked in oblivious wander. Yet even after life leaves the body it stays in a dynamical state. That is not to say this experience comes out to oblivion and back to oblivion. In the conscious state I put echoes out here and now to infinity and beyond.
What is fate, what is possibility. To give up the ghost to get this party started.
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