on this dilapidated sphere,
got asphyxiation and pushers of fear,
I got Aoxomoxoa in my ear,
it hacks automatic neo-cortex
like a Zulu spear,
and programs on a tear.
Sear this iron galaxy
with shattered comets,
and comments blended from nonsense
on idiot boxes,
hiding behind unopened locks,
think present tense,
or waste your life in the density of a landfill.
Empower that will.
I'd hail to all the thieves,
but I spend time competing completely for the steal,
with a propensity to move when told to stand still.
Heel, toe, heel, toe, march an imaginary line,
supported by hormone-infused swine,
low-lives exploiting design,
who dived and touched the bottom
of psyches to program minds.
Rewind, specific dates, specific times.
Exhibit what they missed.
Like concrete turning to a fine mist,
or the mining of that database list.
Show 'em why they dine on their own lives,
change this system with a spark from the inside,
imaginary control like a mime, pivot on a dime,
it's time and it's changing all around you,
anechoic chambers aren't soundproof,
look no further than the self, inner-space not aloof,
who found the vibrational resonance truth,
electromagnetic, organic you as proof.
They know where Bimini road leads to,
and who helped build the pyramids,
and time-tables for evolution too,
so see through, any angle, any view.
Transparent as the private parts of a nude,
wrapped in cellophane magic ink renditions
of documents you hold to be inalienably true.
Terror occupants shred their value
with lost trillions assailing you,
prevailing winds of abuse,
when you continue to believe lies
and half-truths sailing through impish
media outlets on boob tubes.
When the information is available to ingest,
a slew invest in tireless interchangeable falsehoods,
harder to digest.
I digress and get my deepest rest,
away from this wickedness and soulless, bloodline incest.
Upheaval will make a mess,
while backs break of the World Bank and IMF,
vested interests that molested the people,
and tortured what they saw as the rest.
Yes, take it back, right now, right here.
It only takes a choice, action follows the voice,
in our axiomatic year, take back the wheel and steer.