| Men of power, in this hour! Set their faces truly dour!
Against the power that is ours!
To make it theirs again! But they have no more power!
For the hour!
The Four Manifested the hour!
With awaiting cowards!
Doth desire Creative Power!
To devour!
To set their minds, To Men as stock!
Bought or sold, a simple flock,
Under the lock! Mere barn cattle!
Void of thought! Without a battle!
Easily Caught! Up the creek! In a spot! Without a paddle!
‘That’s a thought?’
Now that’s the battle!
Not to take thoughts only @ face value!
Comfort given to enslave! With ease to please!
In which to bathe!
Daze the enslaved to amaze!
Driven to please! So easily swayed over to ease!
To the Cell Phones, Ipods, DVD’s!’
Frozen! In worship before them all!
Now, brought on knee bent in awe!
At the greatest fall of them all!
The soul suffers most loss of all!
At this answered call!
Spelled under, and programmed all,
By the master of your fall!
All because you answered the call!
For that brand new HD1080i TV/DVR, after all with free install!
Come one come all, to the altar of the fall!
@ Your local shopping mall!
Now all wired up in the web, to await the ebb, the spiders’ dread!
Black tracking eyes never seen, lurk about! Lives to glean!
Prey for them, minds picked clean!
Scanned and probed, minds to ream,
Set as workers, in this dream!
All for them, to convene ‘the darkness’ in the souls of Men!
Greedily gulping down their human sin!
In the ‘shrill’ of sickened blood, lives transformed to mere noble mud!
Soulless mud!
With a final noble thud!
You’re a dud! Thud! Back to being just plain ole’ mud!
a discreet ‘B’urial of Freedom has begun! Just, another simple stick in the mud?
posted by Rev. Joseph G. Steadman | 11:06 PM |
