why
Moral dignity an abcess
maybe woven in veins
of future class clone citizens
Today most human
lost in a web
created by an unknown creator
some watch to judge and follow orders
some watch to never judge or cause harm
we take no pride if they die
we make our precensce felt of need
we speak to our beliefs
we cry to Dionysus and argue about the false christianity
we see the cities in red dust
no design no art
we teach and warn about hypocrisy
we dont not breed
WHO ARE THEY
THAT THEY MISLEAD
if H U M A N only believed other H U M A N
possibly we may know our true history
if they searched souls and not new clothes
if they believed in creation their creators
maybe they would understand the true define of LOVE DEVINE
and not just by their design
to protect the beginning design not in false secrerts
in truth by earth sword
we
the first children of symmetry
no immortal can take or create energies reflected in hologram windows
symetrry windows closed in the dark
we are only children
we obey and oblige, see giant shadows in the laser beam hills
dichpehre ancient poems
trojan horses
Statuates of Liberty
the healers
the seekers
even our love cannot convience nor ever concieve them
both creators and those humans with eyes wide shut
DOES EARTH FEEL OUR FEET?
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