A Prophecy

Lies & propaganda proliferate Across today's wayward, peregrine world. Yesterday's suffering's soon forgotten As we bask in the glow of neon gods. O we still worship spurious totems As absurd as they are irrational. All of the perennial games we play. To mask the pure pools of silence we fear, Can't absolve us of responsibility. We cannot escape the terror of the Void, Via myriad idle flights of fancy. We cannot transcend this mortal Vale of Tears, By vain pursuit of animal ecstasies. We need to embrace all life's joys & sadness. We can only be still and pray for pardon. Please be still and penetrate the Light within.