Riches, power, esteem
To become something great in the world
This is what we all hunger for
Is it not!
But these hollow and spiritless things
Leaves one wanting more and more
Cause they cannot fill the essential need
That fills the void and gives meaning
To an otherwise meaningless life
Thus, enticed by our lusts, we are driven
From ourselves, into the obscure
Far away from the saneness of being
Drifting in the state of limbo
Till we find ourselves drowning in our darkness
Then we look for a way out
The escape hatch appears,
A lure, we reach for it
And then we are caught
We have fallen for the bait
And sealed is our fate, here in
Your gracious lovely world
Mystery babylon the great
For though the world may offer you everything
There is one thing it cannot give
And what can that be?
Why, like the outcast crazies indicated
It cannot give you the freedom to be!
Freedom to be what; you may say,
We already are, are we not!
Oh yes, you surely are
But what are you really?
Think upon it and you will see
You will see, that you cannot think upon it
So immediately you will dismiss it as absurdity
For you are walking in the direction away from life
And there is no reflection, into a self
That is become oblivious to itself
For the who what you are
In true essence of being, is non existent
That is why all the temples you create
Burn with hate, in mystery babylon the great
And from this emptiness arises this false image
That promises you everything,
But delivers nothing
Nothing of real worth, that is
For in your soul, unconsciously, you know
That you are vain
Wretched and miserable, black as death
You can sense, that life like sand
Is slipping right through your hand
And from this internal, tormented, restless state
Comes about the hate, and the lying
And the cheating, and the injustice,
And all that is immoral, and all the fabrications, and delusions
And the scrambled mess of confusion, that you are
Where no one can agree or get along
That creates aversion and the adversity
That leads to war, death and destruction
This is the way of the world
The way that leads to perdition
And no one wants to open their eyes to see
They would much rather be dazzled by the splendor
Of this fabricated world, where all is one
Big lie, an illusion
To let go of this lie, this illusion
No, of course, that we cannot
For this is what we are
This is what we want
This is what our soul thrives and hungers for
The power that this moment, to us gives
And from the spirit of untruth arises
Lo and behold, the great wonder
The kingdoms of the world in a moment of tme
From the bottomless pit of nothingness
The same abominable spirit that ruled
The world of yesterday
Is the same abominable spirit that rules
The world today
It is the spirit of the dark evil one
The one man worships and follows
That makes us kings of the moment
With the power to usurp eternity
In this earthly eternal moment
And throws the true Eternal God
Out of the world
Supplanted in its place is ourselves in exaltation
And no voice or reason can beckon us otherwise
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