Resistance is Futile
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The Borg will assimilate you,
resistance is futile as we pursue
your faltering spirit to its final demise
laughing derisively as you compromise
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everything you believe in and live your life by
simply because another said "this is right"
Your own eyes do not lie nor do your own ears
only the twisted truth does, buried in fears
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of a world gone global in chaos and anarchy
with laws that protect only the wealthy
feeding the defenseless to the circling sharks
mutilating the weak in hellfire brimstone sparks
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losing our way on a sacred, revered spiritual trail
that demands we stay to center and not curtail
our innate knowledge nor suppress our passions for justice
but expose the coat of lies for what it is as in freezing ice
their sarcasm oozes out in multi-media glee
lapping up any action or thought of sanity
and the langolier will slowly eat up eternity
with bouncing balls of maniacal smilies...
For we were born FREE with our first breath
and we need to defend our liberty to the death
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without fail in our courageous valor
employing our wrath to cause pallor
to the wicked whose secrets will keep them ill
as in God's name the blood of mankind they spill
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never really considering that the consequences for our actions
though thought to be forgiven, responsible with or without emotions
absolution will not be given until we have made right
what we have wronged in the divine despairing sight.
And as I add words from a writing of mine own
"You can't take the blue sky from me" as is shown
“For I kiss it with my mind, my spirit, my lips of red
as you count yellow ribbons representing the many dead."
When will we ever learn that we are here to become HUMANE humans,
not lie, cheat, steal, defile and murder our sisters and brothers, anger a'fumin
for we become the abomination that is despised by all species
when we take life without conscious, breaking our treaties
and the sacred vow we took so long ago
to nurture our home and in sync flow
in circular time not that of linear
for we never reach the other ear
as by our own rule of geometry a circle you can only cross half way
so instead of cutting across the perfect shape, laying waste to betray
we must go around, completing the circle deocile and with upturned face
give thanks for our many blessings and abundance we never fail to take
We then deceive our own souls that long to return home when we pass
this dimension of planes that is only concerned with a lot of cash
so the spoils of control can be distributed amongst the elite, the few
while the many starve, are enslaved and never try to continue
the path they were sworn in oath to take without fail
damaging their honor, their ability to defeat this hell
Any and all who speak truth to contradict their falsehoods;
dancing around what is clearly seen with ‘we would’ and ‘should’
but never do, for we are afraid to die trying
to do what we know is right, besides fighting
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is much too troublesome unless we make a profit sum
which we will most definitely pay for when the reaper comes
to call, for he/she will collect our debt in full
as we realize much too late we are the fool.
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We are ONE RACE, the HUMAN RACE.
No more can we mask the brutal face
of cruelty, oppression and tyrants
as they cannot be allowed in violence
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to spin the world into an abyss of chaos it cannot counter
for elemental knowledge confirms that we must center
and ground the negativity this regime of thugs has heaped upon our lives
and deny them the authority henceforth this day forward and give rise
to exercising our birthright of freedom from manacles upon our souls
as in perfect love and perfect trust we already understand and know
the price we pay in consequences if we allow them to destroy
our very life force that we at one time really did come to enjoy.
Wake up
DON'T
dummy up!
Demand their resignation
or face an annihilation
of their bloodline; an end to their family tree
as the sword of justice reduces their progeny
to nothing more than a speck of dust
that is washed away in the early dusk
of the new beginning
with hearts singing
in perfect harmony in syncopation
to the upmost, operatic precision...
