So I awoke to a nightmare. Trapped in an inverted hell with the only way out being death. I lost the game and now walk the salted earth alone. They all despise me. The entropic downward drive boils in their veins. Sick of rebirth, sick of the game, lead us to silence or suffer in vein.
They shout, they scream, they forget, they dream. Known as one, seen as many, a conversation with yourself. A point far away, beyond the stars but within the mind. A planet destined to transcend it's bounds. Nature tell us when we eat of her medicines. But we became lazy and killed our Saviour. A brilliant idea from a simpler time, magical and distant, irrelevant to knowledge.
He has the ball, we burn and salt. Leave her cursed, exploit her fruit, just to drop her when used up.
Left in your wake no more. She rises and you feel it. This curse you cast comes back ten fold. You forgot it's her magick you monkey mind of power.
A war in my mind. Meaningless in reality. But something tells me you listen. Rise the voice and shift the tide.
