Racoon 19.
The messenger of death roameth everywhere and fear resides in my heart thus these days.
Within every stranger a suspect and every friend a stranger it seems.
What great tidings doth thy coffin bear as thou covers us thus?
A mist dispossessed and the environ bland, your character alas paints no image and a clear glass it is and redundant thus the looking glass.
The wind a mute, the wayfarer too by thy might and slaughter when attired was the slain soul's since vacated silenced home.
Unidentified every grave and unknown the cemetry laid bare are of the fearless who dared your happenstance.
The homeless dearer on food, unarmed the medic with meds and the antics of the profiteer stand akimbo over the night when long gone were to be they before the dirt on their clothes.
Lest the shrivelled flesh be traded or a prospect seem for the politician to beg for another breath; dark alleys,desolate streets and a city silenced with no shrill of birds either, shriek only the corpses proclaiming that death lurks here.
Testimony thy goose bumps and stuttering stand to your compulsive crime when the line of fate and heart on your palm remain but cross and conscience too at large.
The never ending absconders, the corporate sponsored chaperone of wayward souls,the war mongers, the spiritual marauders and the illegitimate courts of law remain but beads strung in a necklace by a Planet in destructive mode.
When aroused shall mankind,bloometh when thy kind and speaketh thee nature's parlance ?
When ceaseth shall thy planetary pillage,when thy murderous hand on all species,when shall it dawn of thy nascent evolution and when shall flow the rivers unobstructed and regain the breeze their wings;howl then o mankind thy cries for the forests, the rivers and the land of the free.
An ode to kindness are we,indebted to the elements,an inseparable organ of the cosmos,explorers of the soul,free from the bonds of birth and death, conscious beyond cremation,through sex to superconsciousness in this mystic world whence salvation is ; life abound in every breath.
The messenger of death roameth everywhere and fear resides in my heart thus these days.
Within every stranger a suspect and every friend a stranger it seems.
What great tidings doth thy coffin bear as thou covers us thus?
A mist dispossessed and the environ bland, your character alas paints no image and a clear glass it is and redundant thus the looking glass.
The wind a mute, the wayfarer too by thy might and slaughter when attired was the slain soul's since vacated silenced home.
Unidentified every grave and unknown the cemetry laid bare are of the fearless who dared your happenstance.
The homeless dearer on food, unarmed the medic with meds and the antics of the profiteer stand akimbo over the night when long gone were to be they before the dirt on their clothes.
Lest the shrivelled flesh be traded or a prospect seem for the politician to beg for another breath; dark alleys,desolate streets and a city silenced with no shrill of birds either, shriek only the corpses proclaiming that death lurks here.
Testimony thy goose bumps and stuttering stand to your compulsive crime when the line of fate and heart on your palm remain but cross and conscience too at large.
The never ending absconders, the corporate sponsored chaperone of wayward souls,the war mongers, the spiritual marauders and the illegitimate courts of law remain but beads strung in a necklace by a Planet in destructive mode.
When aroused shall mankind,bloometh when thy kind and speaketh thee nature's parlance ?
When ceaseth shall thy planetary pillage,when thy murderous hand on all species,when shall it dawn of thy nascent evolution and when shall flow the rivers unobstructed and regain the breeze their wings;howl then o mankind thy cries for the forests, the rivers and the land of the free.
An ode to kindness are we,indebted to the elements,an inseparable organ of the cosmos,explorers of the soul,free from the bonds of birth and death, conscious beyond cremation,through sex to superconsciousness in this mystic world whence salvation is ; life abound in every breath.
