All eyes fixed to a permanent setting, a brilliant blinding display,The onset of progress, a human betrayal,The world that we left in our wake.Find religion, its every succession, in dead congregation, assume the position.And a prayer for the many and shiftless who cower in corners and make it all possible.There is a faith so inviting, it turns one away,A reason to feed upon others, a judgment that maims.But ours is a path, straight and thin, traveled by few,Led by the flame, lit within, heavy as stone, as boulders,Content to stand, stand on our own, as oceans, a steady mass,Ours is a dream, ours is united, by every (wo)man,Sure as an orbit we forward together without relent, no end.All eyes fixed to a permanent setting, fixed like a drug to the blood,A permanent course to the end of existence, setting on us like the sun,And the world is a stage for the opulent,A private performance, the rest of us audience,And a cheer for the many and shiftless who sit in the darkness and make it all possible,There is an empty assurance, a wealth that exceeds,So many dead in direction, to sighted to see,But ours is a path.... Sure as an orbit were subject to nothing but this.
Posted on: Sat, 22 Nov 2014 23:39:00 +0000
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