Mesmerizing people dance

Like fire in a cave.

Figures form with soul entranced

Still spinning on the lathe

Being ‘good’ creates an atmosphere of trust and relaxes filters, thereby creating a vulnerable system whereby good is encouraged and enabled to do bad. It is the human condition, a double edged sword, hanging over the king’s head by a single thread: faith.

In so much as we are all good, we reap the greatest rewards. However one bad egg spoils this omlette, and small deeds produce waves of discord that cycle through time, each life a new breeding ground for it’s daemon (as in a program that runs in the background).

Morning morning turn to day

And take these dreams of dark dismay

At night I twist and turn astray

Mourning mourning burn away

Clockwork turns the urge that churns

The waters of my mind

The furnace follows filling urns

With dreams I’ve left behind

If those you love look in your eyes

And lie from soul to soul

And fabricate reality

To obfuscate their goal

And all you hate or ever feared

Should come to pass untold

I wish you only ignorance

For truth is rather cold.