Torn Between The Light & Dark

I am for a subversion of all systems That crush the wild, surreal flowers of beauty. I have no time for the pious or the blind. How I despise the squalid preachers of death Who deny the vital life force that shines. I refute machine consciousness that limits The scope of our immaculate perception And oppresses our divine angelhood That denies lucid prophecies & visions. I'm only interested in those who're torn By the primal horn; those who are caught Between the pure rose and desire's bright fires I'm only interested in those sweet souls Who sing like birds and play with pregnant words. Whose inner conflict creates poetry And art that will echo throughout the ages.