Bend portray, The newest news is on its way, Send such mortal pain to paint the page, What will be left for the citizens of ages ahead? While we play mind games with the youth of today, Karma games, Moral days so immoral, Miracles played off as just good luck, God given lips to speak when it has no mouth, God given a dick so he could make us all, Yet wait… Someone chopped off his balls! And fried them for a tribal a feast, They danced all night around the fire, Dropped to the floor and slept for several hours, Given cardinal desire, They ventured out for the next castration, Never to find such an organ again, Because the truth is it never did exist in the first place, So what am I saying here? What fears have you gathered together? Around a fire that burns forever, Amongst the natives that scream for absolution, While the dead scream even though they have not vocal chords, A dead mans dream is an alive kids means, A dying tree is mother earth weeping, Saddened that her kids are so far gone, Saddened by the plights that ignite such fights, Among various groups who claim they have found the light, I’m giving you mind over matter, I claim not to be anything except a soul in a vessel, Apart of the truth, The light, God not of body, God not of fear instilled, God of moving through, I’m me and will never be you, I’m me breaking through, Will you? jABO