Compose a picture
With open words beyond greed
Of a world that for one day
Will just a smidgen beyond ok
Now take a walk with me
It'll be a while
I need to fly away to think
Through the ties you bound me with
Turn around the weakness in your head
Witness the energy of the Christs
Or someone more real speaking
Imploding inside the entity
Bound by name as the vastness of we
Are you the one
On the conquest of blinding we
The grand entity
Hidden in labels now to grant immunity
To hide the consciousness of morality
In the obvious comfort breaking images
We now call art, found all over TV
Jesus the Christ running ahead
I think we can finally see
Beyond the images blinding the we
Whats been for so long clouded
By the eclipsing light of the sun
Blue skies beyond
As we turn our heads from whats behind
Kill the censor end up dead
I summon the energy of the we
Entity of finality soon we'll be ending
Hate is to wake up
Tear a fucking piece out of me
These words spoken to dismantle
The illusions swimming in our heads
There is no me only the entity of we
Fuck the delusion that your hatred is for me
You don't even know what you really need
Put your face up to the window
Peer in and indeed dream of a new reality
To which you'll wake up and feel happy
Granted all your shit will have been free
So your will of energy will crying in vain
Welcome to the community reality of we
Where your dreams are your truest yet unknown needs
Love to hate me
See the labels blitz inside your head
Open them up by means of words
The Jesus' of Christs run ahead of us
Monks and poets paint pictures of us innerly free
Providing nothing you ever daydreamed
Turn around your fucking heads
Heed the summons or wake up dead
This is the reality of your deepest needs
By your own will never being met
I am the one to wake you
Not a book with pilgrims on an epic quest
This is the summons to listen, read, or see
The conquest of your own will against the new entity
We self seekingly desire to be free from the created
Lusts we desire to be, so call them needs
To be accepted for what we've created ourselves to be
Never living or breathing what we really needed
Face the future of truth
Its your inner self you've always hated
The passion of hiding it
Keeping it isolated in chains never to be free
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Entity
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