Protest

We have created a society of imitators

Overstated metaphors heard, 

ethics imagery interfered

life lived believing

twisted beliefs

 

Growing principles

conditioned by control

ludicrous empty eyes speaking

pure meaningless lies 

           

Holding on, gripping

tightly clutching to all

spoken lies forever remaining

inside the undying mind

           

Hovering is the mind

weakening is the heart

awareness whispers, life never gained

 

Striving to compete in hatred 

severely nomadic in pits of life

 

Creating premature deaths

never rising above thought patterns

never witnessing without the pits

hissing, gasping, toiling for breath

 

Within the pits, waiting

seeking for creation’s purpose   

an eye to the end of unnatural collapse

 

Fragrance of life never offered

silencing the mind never gained 

 

Witnessing life as a purpose

within the pit of destruction

 

Paradise lost and wasted

in the moment without living

the whole of existence left spent and withered

in the moment without witnessing

 

All that is real is eternal

 

All that is pain is nothing

 

The illusion is created

 

Within the pits, waiting

seeking for creation’s purpose   

an eye to the end of unnatural collapse

 

Fragrance of life never offered

silencing the mind never gained 

 

Witnessing life as a purpose

within the pit of destruction