méloncolie

Are we free?
How can we be:
The earth is divided
For that land is not mine,
But nor is it thine.
It belongs to no one.

To journey, to see the world
Even then we are bound, chained.
And war! We fight for the most basic things!
Oil and gold
Are they truly worth the price of life?

Even what we wear,
Do we choose it
Or is it chosen for us?
Is it dictated to us?
Models become the infantry,
Designers the generals.
An army choosing the fashion of that season.

I may not trespass those fields
Or those woods
Or those mountains.
The earth is not mine
Nor is it thine.
Can we not share?
My ancestors once wandered
Free as butterflies and birds.
With jealousy i watch them now:
If only i could fly!

Free society:
Who is a slave?
Are you sure that we are free?
Democracy, government
We chain ourselves
People cause crime
Then laws are made to bind us further.

We destroy, break, burn the Earth
Is she Gaia?
Can you hear Her weep?
I belong to one country,
You, another.
We break Her, divide Her
And ourselves from each other.
Are we free?
You answer that.

What shall come at worlds end?

The chaos and hate used to mask our souls from light? Hellfire raining down from the skies on to a darkened land of brimstone. Blood pouring down canyons and flooding valleys and drowning all in its wake. The souls screaming out for their release but response from the fog shall be heard from across the doom shattered land it shall rage out “Cry, havoc and let slip the dogs of war!” They shall then come in a great multitude, and all the souls from living will be strewn across the plains and will burn.

The hope and love used to block our hearts from truth? With this be all of our fates or will the supposed “righteous” be lifted out of this necropolis into some wonderful peace filled haven. Glorious pearl gateways will open the hearth of every home. Gold will adorn the roadways. And silver crowns will sit upon the heads of all. One never grows tired and hunger and thirst linger no more in the mind. Injuries and diseases never plague our souls. And age but an illusion not felt in this plain.

The knowledge in order used to cloak our minds from deception? None of this will happen. We will die. Drop at the spot. Our existence extinguished as if it had never been. No hell like torture nor heavenly grace. Deletion, removal, extinction. No life after death. Not even a memory or thought. No light. No dark. Nothing. Complete and utter oblivion.

What shall come with these thoughts..... chaos... hope... knowledge..... but of the end results we do not know. Though it is said “Shall from the ashes a Phoenix arise”.