SMALL WORLD OUT THERE CONSUMING ALL OF MANKIND
Subtle severed nerves separating
Motion of souls won’t pass
All action wasted by control
Life bleeding from every pore
Like starfish limbs regenerating
Wild breeds the chaos need
Overgrown by ordered standards
Righteous are our wills and powers
Like weeds receding to the cutter
Defying all previous desires
Outcome not too far away
Understanding it distinctly
Takes far too long today
To be useful to oneself
Has to be a greater cause
Entering a surer awareness
Revealing the truth of feeling
Entirely and without ulterior motive
Carefully we ascend the walls
Onwards to certain glories
No beliefs in failure to guide
Swearing allegiance to one side
Undermining our own ways
Maturing ones unfit for masses
Into a new field of visions
Now we are truly alive
Gearing up for the end
Attacking sense of reason, doubt and fear
Like an alarm blaring to be heard
Like all senses need a wake-up call
Only to stimulate crisis under stress
For the sake of nothing but order
Making the time we have short
Accepting no real rewards
Nothing out there really at all
Killing for the sake of killing
Interrupted only for argument
Need over want of genocide
Destroying our possibilities
Posted by :\_khet on July 19th, 2008 in personal afflictions, s for Semon.... You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.