Of hordes of unconscious beings
Of rudimental living listening
With great improvised endeavor
Begin realization of their existence
Explained in dictatorial righteousness
Of knowledge profoundly divine
from peeling bark of an old oak tree
from raging forest fires of distant past
from shivering grounds of unknown times
from failures and fears of mind
in hands of The creator's clan.
Across all realms of man this
falsehood of declared truth that
all good shall stand and evil will end.
A passage to eternal everlasting living;
is most lucrative proposition
cooked well in thy minds,
of my faithfulness in your faith.
But my world is of peace and disrupt,
of just and unjust, of power and poor
of thriving and strive, of living and death
of all good and evil put together.
And I question my existence
so should you, for I am your metaphor
filler in space, statue of imagine, a name unknown
My redmancy for you shall remain
questionable in your conscious conscience,
as I question my creation of conscience itself.
