An army assembles with an arsenal of books
perceived adversity portrayed through hostile looks.
Ringing door bells, knocking on pride
on the streets ain’t no place to hide.
Tranquillised by a hoax, tantalised by sin
soldiers long to help but they too attached to their skin.
Its not that we any better, simply aspiring for change
spiritual revelations initiated by an etherial exchange.
Sacred text bestowing wisdom to even the wise
its cardio for the soul a spiritual exercise.
No want do i have to share the mercy
please don’t tell anyone, it will cause some controversy
i hear them getting ready, about to take to the street
i’m cowering in crevasses, plotting my retreat.
we all have our conditioned natures
ever so sorry i can’t follow these legislatures.
i see them making eye contact, now they shaking hands
for an introvert these are alien lands.
Trapped in my trappings, prison of contamination
hot boxed my self in the sauna of mental agitation
rejection, so vehement, got to get my way
worlds poised for my pleasure, cant have it sway.
shun purification, nah i’d rather bash my head on this wall
eclipsed by illusion, perpetually i choose to fall