Unconscious Paradigm

An idea I had in mind about what divinity might seem like through a spiritual mind.

Tunneling through the darkness

At everything barely unaware

Channeling the spirit response

Who those choose to dare

Scraping violently at the cross

Tried to find another soul

Heading towards plastic irony

Devils never heeding control

Through the valley of slumber

Those that remain asleep

While the crimson echoes fury

Run away on tired feet

And to the people who die

Slowly in the meadow

Never ceasing to look back

Haunting as a shadow

The fields are quiet and empty

A land we once knew

Pardoned eyes with cloudy vision

A whisper of a dying brew

And to those who wander off

Into the wondrous stare

Seeing all but the victorious

Wondering what is there

The mountains die into the array

Shrugging off the voice

Simply standing at the crossroads

A selfish mind with a choice