The Earth is quivering as we walk on our own paths. They diverge and disperse, link up, and emerge. We keep our heads straight forward. And wait for others to swoop in and save us. How ill-informed we must be to ignore all they gave us. Our true nature entails that we must be free, so why do we allow unworthy hands on a skeleton key. Do not enter my thoughts, for they are my own. I can speak up myself, from the depths of my bones. With the weak running headless, and the powerful collecting their teeth, all is just swell next to a Christmas wreath. Images fade, but the truth never lies. They can forge a smile, but I have my third eye. So, about this safety we invent in our heads- are you truly happy when you go to bed? Does being naïve save your soul? Why don’t we care about taking back control? I will fight for freedom until the day I die. I will stand by my Earth and it’s quivering thighs. When we are all on our asses, our hands in the dirt, no one will be there to help us revert. No angel or demon, no sinner or saint, just human disaster and time constraint. We will walk this Earth together, whether we like it or not. Our corpses will linger and eventually rot. Said with much regret and woe, I see an extinct species, deservingly so.
