Desolate in the backdrop
The forefront, the blacktop
The air makes one woozy
That last step a doozy
The Earth has been changing
The minds are mechanic
Like cogs, its unnerving
Lights out at midnight
Reading discouraged
Patience abhorred
The rush, all important
Keep moving, keep grinding
Keep searching, dividing
Peace is such an odd thing
Nature its offspring
Lets phase out the high priests
Lets construct new morals
Gods commandeered for disguises and portals
The guise is preloaded
The wise are not current
The eyes that see brightly
Arent brought to the surface
The leafs lose thier posture
The children feel hungry
The pages are emptied
A turmoil is bubbling
Who will be chosen
What prayer can be uttered
The ozone and ocean
The sisters and brothers
An image of darkness
Spans over my vision
A lyric of lightwork
A simple decision
Between evolution
Destruction, division
I peer to the ending
Where evil is fading
There is a connection
Between space and silence
There is revolution
That overcomes violence
Don't bow to confusion
Instead grab the horns of it
Victory will come
To the tall and transformative
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