Please let the wise ones watch over me
Please let the ones who soar set me free

Please have the dark ones keep me safe at night
And the illuminated ones light the path so bright

May the tricksters remind me it's all a game
And the ones with epic strength provide me with gains

May the learned ones speak to my mind
And the ever knowing shorten the search to find

My self, my heart, my mind and spirit
My voice, the sounds and the ears to hear it

Guide my hands, my words and my essence
To where the highest good would have my presence

I am here, whole, one and a part of all
Keep me getting up after every fall

Neona

Everything is curious and fun when you learn the real game rules

Nothing is real, everything is funny, and we're all gods masquerading as monkeys

Flinging feces and chasing that nanners, yo

We cannot fool ourselves into thinking omnipotent god-men exist, that one figurehead can take responsibility for all the woes of a region. At one point, it made sense, we needed to filter information up to the monarchy, or we prayed to god, but really, we enact action by doing. We need to empower each individual and work as a force.

but I had never heard those stories
nor do I want to know how others use me in their protagonist stories

fighting so many battles
inside our own

It's like I tell Missionaries
"I don't want to be a tool for your salvation"

But everyone has their own life to live

I gotta focus on making my story great

The villain always paints the hero with weird hues to gain followers

but those who stand in infinite truth are seen from miles away

"If you fight for your limitations you get to keep them" and if you refuse to authentically address the truth of feelings you will be doomed to repeat them.

Not everyone knows
what shakes in between atoms
likely some do here

it's a nifty thing
speaking in a sort of code
filled with beat and flow

loving riddles and rhymes
palindromes and the wordplay
when I'm challenged I speak

truth comes in between
what is and what could have been
it's hard to have voice

all of the vibrations
abracadabra and all
intention is everything

taking solace in
knowing what is meant for me
will appear when needed

the aether speaks softly
for those who dare to listen
to the spaces in between

I  hate that you know your cards so well,
left with not more than to sit  and dwell...

on the woes and the pains that makes the inflammation swell  
and the secrets you choose to no longer tell.

I hate that you know your  cards so well,
the metagame structure, the moves and spells.

Stories  from NPCs, the canon and plays,
leaving you locked into the old ways.  

Playing tapped out hands, old janky tricks...
with  a table flip as the only advisable fix.