I have my words I need to speak,
but since I have no tongue,
the help of others I must seek.
They ask of me terrible things,
but I never hesistate.
When the words spill out,
the voices come out.
They whisper things into my ear,
about everything I’ve ever held dear,
and show me, how they will take it away.
They show me the lies they have concieved,
the people that believe and the sheep led to the slaughter.
I see the trails of blood,
the Plan for the divine above,
and the boxes they keep us in.
We hold ourselves as high up as we can muster,
with our egos. It’s when people poke holes in our bubbles of self imp0rtance,
that things come crashing down.
We live this world vainly searching for some meaning in all of our things.
I have seen this sickness along with the pain and desperation it brings.
What I have not seen, is someone who will stand up.
Someone who walks out without looking back.
I want to see, a person who has the strength to burn all of their material,
just to watch it burn.
Please come to me, people of the Earth,
For I know in everyone one of us lies the strength,
we can end their power over us with the right attitude,
if only I could speak it’s name.