Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Stoic



I can't shake the thought of being inside a court room.
It feels as if you are inside a church instead...
With people lowering their voices, the sound almost inaudible,
while a pretense god sits in the middle, black garb and
hammer in hand. The prosecutors are all armed with your
life laid down on paper and a menacing glance.

And us, the "defendants", like the heretics of old waiting in
line for execution. And what else was there?

Ah yes, the supposed counselor and guards. One acts with
self-imposed eminence while the other two pretend to
serve a meaningless work with just as much conceit.

You keep looking a the pulpit and you
wonder what will happen next.
You look back and you feel the rest
staring at you with rebuke.

I glance quickly out the window and see
children play outside, free of worry and guilt.

"And so I went through that window
And the tower of hell and the great
serpentines of the highest order
...Prepared in innocence to meet our king of glory

You have it in your secret windows
And you're understanding to understand it
and to bring it forth
It takes minute detail
It takes a holy life
It takes emotions
It takes dedication
It takes dedication
It takes a death
And only god can allow it
And you couldn't do it if you're not the seed of god

And when you penetrate to the most high god
You will believe you are mad
You will believe you've gone insane
But I tell you, if you follow the secret window
And you die to the ego nature
You will penetrate this darkness.
Oh yes, there's many a man or woman
That's been put in the insane asylum
When this has happened to them
And they're sitting there today, people think they're insane
But they saw something that's real
And they see it when they're on drugs
The only thing is they see it
Not through the light of god, and the way I show you
I show you to see it through the light of god
And the understanding of god
Because when you see the face of God you will die
And there will be nothing left of you..."


I deserve all this and what is to come.

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