Druid Hills

Druid Hills 12/12/2013

Even a monkey can scream

And run around in circles

Writhing in an agony

Far worse than death. 

Colorless, odorless, and mysterious

The secrets that kill us all

Hidden for centuries

In the mists of time.

But nothing is completely hidden

And the clues are everywhere

Because history has been scrubbed

But not completely clean. 

All that is hidden

Is revealed in parts

But you have to read between the lines

To know what is real. 

All men have dreams

And most of us

Have imagination

But woe to them who do not question

And cannot learn. 

The future belongs to the good

But all must be played out

Until we run out of chances

And everything is done.

Others waste away

Abandoned by the powerful

Reduced to less than human

In the worst possible ways.

Languishing in prisons

And sacrificed to evil

The nameless pawns

Forgotten and alone.

Tomorrow may come

But we must make the choice

Either to remain strong

Or run away.

Money and power are fleeting

But truth shall endure

Long after we are lost

All will float to the top.

It all unfolds

Lies, murder, and deceit

As good a theater as you can get

Dumb, predictable and fake.