End O, Great creator of being

Listening to (the doors) today...inspired

Rattled my cage today
Burst of sun no shelter
You have shown us elite exists
We use this term "woke"
However eyes have been open all day and night
They just become founders of modern slavery
Consumption and false wealth
Credit til death who else wants debt

Why do I feel
The End

I pray to you, Like a soul cleanses in the rain
You didn't strike me like lightning
Still you made your presence known

So why do I feel
The End

Is there a lesson in crime
Better yet a lesson in law?

Everyday basics become the every minute fear
Yes we are fed but then are we breathing?

Does Mental Illness exist?
Nobody gets a free pass
Theres always someone to throw a stone
Theres always somewhere to bury a body

Why Do I feel
The End

O,Great creator of being

Is there any of this you are feeling!?
Any of these living creatures you are seeing?
Or are we just particles on a rock that keeps spinning

Why Do we let lies be
When it comes to wealth and power
We let anything go free

O,GREAT CREATOR OF BEING
DO YOU HEAR A WORD I AM SAYING
A PRAYER I AM SCREAMING!?

Or must I live where I am loved in and out
With no expectations or dark revelations
Mother nature....

Your sister... How she cleanses, how she shelters how we tear her down for materials

Where is the art in destruction?
Ah yes you must find some beauty
In sociopathy, narcissism and egomania

You reward them for there behavior
For whomever can condemn one to break
With words
What an art

Who can not be free unless they can control
The innocence or plague society with hypocrites

I believe I know the answer
O,Great creator of being

You send us tests
We create the opportunities

An then you turn it all to dust
Because everything worth living for
Is a spiritual journey
The rest turns to rust