Domicile 6/11/2014
You can travel
And you can wander
But
there is always more
Than
what you see
And what you hear.
Sometimes
it’s not about caring
And
sometimes it’s not about love
But
rather it’s something evil and insidious
Crawling
in,
To cut your throat.
We have
left our houses
And moved down the line
Turning
our heads the other way
But
what is coming is a tidal wave
That no
man, can ignore.
Bigger
than what you think
The
colossal waves of terror
Under
the guise of humanity
Many
more will perish.
Many
are distracted
And
many are fooled
Convincing
themselves
That
all will be well.
Ignorance,
envy and hatred
Will
always simmer in the pot
But
what is coming, will boil over
And
fall into their lap.
It’s
not like
No one
ever tried
And it’s
not like
Nobody
knows.
It’s
not about compassion
And it’s
not about humanity
But rather that old ugly head of
hatred
As the
enemy of their enemy
Becomes
their very best friend.
Money
equals power
And
power equals rule
The
more the better
Depending
on how you feel.
Numbers
add up
And the
one thing leads to another
As the
higher self disappears
In a
sea of blood.
You can
set your watch
And you
can stare at the ceiling
Hoping
against hope
And
striving every day.
But
foolish men
Will
always flounder in corruption
As they
give away all decency
For
nothing at all.
We
cling to what is familiar
And we favor what we know
As foolish
pride demands
Loyalty
over law.
The
enemy is relentless
But so
also is good
Enduring
forever
For the
faithful
And the
true.
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