The army of the unseen rising, the little ones always behind the door listening, gathering witness to the ways of the world and the words standing beyond them… things being used by otherworldly beings, the unseen, a peek behind the vale. A night of whiskey and that good jane strain, straining my mind to find the phantom pulling at my final string. I’m out of key, in need of tuning, but I’m not the one who played me roughly.
The soil here is rocky believe me, I can grow in nearly anything… It’s what you do when you grow up thirsty imagining a future full of more dirt than sand. It’s part of the plan. Part of the plan, better pay attention.
I’ve rambled, while the world tumbled me, came out the other end stumbling still learned to keep silent while listening. Can’t open my mouth if I’m observing, if I’m quiet I’m absorbing… only then did I really understand the meaning beneath cliche’s telling me that I am what I eat and this life seems to have developed a taste for me cause it’s consumed me through the foods I’ve chosen. Chosen willingly, just a little sheep turning into an eagle, nothing to see here, nothing to see just becoming more me…
So you can kill me but the reality is based on theorists’ conclusions, I’m coming to find the strangest thing. If you cut me down, I’ll just keep growing, showing more of the light you love to fight.
In the end, you’ll come to find a new beginning, millions of me growing in the unified psyche. Starting as a seed inside little lost kids looking for stability in myths… no taste for the real thing developing to me it’s just the saddest thing a brand new low for poverty…
and each generation more rabid than the one before them, let them loose with lost morals and hatreds short fuse, the conclusion is confusion, delusion, a viral transfusion of weightless rage… welcome to the purging and I’m urging the wheat to withstand the flames.
Welcome to the Threshing.
Interesting, I am what I eat but lately, it’s been feeling like this life has developed a taste for me. It’s consuming me in never-ending cycles, bought and sold by the fools before me. I have no one to blame for the lame state I’m in, I am guilty by association through the foods I’ve chosen. So you can kill me but the reality is based on theorists conclusions, I’m coming to find the strangest thing, I’m never alone for the food I’ve chosen.
Bluetooth connection to the Metropolis concealed under my own skin. I contain a galaxy within me wisdom don’t leave me now not ever. Keep giving me my daily bread, little inklings leading to peaceful conclusions and a taste for the heat.
Everyone I meet transforming the perception in me, this little light of mine is an extension of the internal dimension growing inside of me…
So if I’m cut down beyond repair, I can rest assured, there’s more of me sprouting through the good seed that’s been spreading inside me.
Little lost trees looking for stability in myths, no taste for the real thing developing it’s written in the stars… the end is a brand new beginning… potential rising with each last chance. Time to join in on Eternities strange dance. Teach me the steps I’m out of sync, I need a little tuneup.
Amen.
I am YOURS.