The spirit can't live in a poisoned soul,
yet it's from that holy spark
all things they come and appear and pass
like those who worship money
soon find themselves withering flowers
grasping for air in the grave.
We built all the systems from the basics
they only use others mistakes --
do not understand the premises of it,
even for the language crown. --
they reference and chart it, but never
did they build or recreate it --
Ideas and all wonderous things come
from a sacred place below
in the minds eye of our creators
yet it's always blocked
by the entities, the demiurgs
of this existence
All the cogs, wheels, systematics
was made to be returned --
even their astrology is a shattered
fragmentation of a page --
from the few people like us whom
both researched and thought --.
Mazlows pyramid is plain out inversed
for if all wants are met
the spirit is forgotten, it never flows
through the hourglass
like four volcanos caught in between
0/2 points in time/space. |