Part II: What's It Really About?


Holy some of a funky bunch, you're dead but I still hear you
Your voice
Speaking insanity to me

Rambling on about justification for killing yourself
Jumping bean, and falling all the way to the stock of that gravy
Next time take the easy way out:

Death by suggestive selling ideas into my subconscious
Many of my masters have died, as when
The same has happened;

When again there must have been some of the other time
Others were the masters too
And the same has happened to them

Barbarians raiding, and plundering, and raping our masters
Our masters rapping about barbarianism, and total control
Over populace and areas taken over by will power

Menacing memories of land taken over, and pillaged
Villages of time's past, yet still influence.

And power of greed
And power, greed, and greed of power
Corrupting voluntarily societies of human dwellings

When in the end, civilization as we know it, will be no more
Delusion and mass hysteria-media influences
Of he said, she said.

Corruption itself is not of human conception:

Its seed is planted
It's power
It's influence.

Corruption is an eternal palace.

And corruption is a branch of the stem of the
Negative positive negative
Evil imbalance system, that prevails with Simon says,

And (in quote) "God's will"
Unbeknownst, to us,
The force of good and evil and other
Are governed by higher omnipotence

We give it entrance through our "so-called" thoughts
And mind flow.


What simple system can, does, and will, this corruption
Permeate groups into conquest? When is enough enough?

Conquer, capture, invade, and corrupt all you can
But the spirit is vigorous
So in effect, the entirety of an empire can, will
Never succumb to it!

So whatever "it" is referring to
"It" can be anything to anybody.

The point-moral-purpose-idea-view-meaning
Will remain unchanged by the fact of it and
Its prominent identity of truth.

That can only be held up in a court of law
For the jury shall decide.

They do not judge for the judge doesn't judge
The jury decides who eats cake
And who eats worm food

In a local institution

The inner sanctuary
For the ones in need of behavior modification
Or otherwise, live, in a solitary solidarity

But the real prison is the institution of every-day life
The world, in which, we are prisoners to
Imprisoned by, and institutionalized by the world

In which, is the self entertained surrounding
That is from the within, and the mind of idea
Of what a world is about or should be
The world and the dreams at night.

The same dream that is lived every day
Ev-er-y-day
The upside-down pineapple cake
That we call trial and error

01/10/2010

Author's Note: This is extracted from:
If This Isn't About Me What Is It Really About

7/14/1998 - Early Stuff Archive 1998 Folder

Posted on 01/10/2010
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