Fore forth is the sight of the rabbit hole
A birthright cascaded to the heels of chaos
Yet only bent by the false deity of time
And altered to the alter of space
What lies are held in ones own life
Together what history has been left by the ambition of one self-righteous man
Undoubtedly culture is rich with a con full perception of ignorance
But this comes from he who seems to be nothing more than a savage individual
Though savagery can be somewhat liberating
To those that have been drowned with an overwhelming sense of order
Unexplained notions of what must be done
Have carved it’s way into our ongoing draining vitality
While brutality has become more of the norm.
Nevertheless I digress
For ideas can move mountian
A simple word can slaughter legions
Fear is a god that loses it’s power if not believed in
And I lay among the clouds
Forever flowing as an obsever
Until it rains or until the sunshines
Granted paradise is more the of a reality of one’s own outlook
In spite of that can you honestly tell me what real is
If we ourselves are no more than empty space
For a void that thinks for itself… Isn’t that divine
~ Tony Paradise’s Poet ~
