Awareness

Blinded by hope, devoid of reason
we stretched the rope to our mind's prison.
Consciousness guarded by symbols engraved,
promising glory for the weak and depraved.

But as we wander at the dawn of the season,
that wind blows again revealing the treason
to those that never desired to be saved,
unveiling the sight of mankind ... enslaved.

In silence he walks away from his grail,
eaten by rust it now seemed too frail.
The sun may shine no more on this land,
all faith's creation dissolves back to sand.

He runs through corridors of the life he led,
thousands of images all hung by a thread,
each with new meaning disturbing and rude
to shake the foundations of evil and good.

Our cosmic sense dispersed
in Lethean waters.
Our vision narrowed,
tainted by truth...

...the aftermath of self­deceit.

Kind shepherd gather your sheep
offer them their oh­so desired martyrdom,
their heaven and their hell.
You shall die from within.