Speaking with dissent and objection, turmoil erupts among the masses. The tides of public opinion are swayed by pundits and spin doctors that twist the facts to suit a narrative. Until the people are worked up into a froth, the hidden agendas are not satisfied. Only when the power brokers get what they want by deception and misdirection will they be content, but only for a little while, at least until they trouble the waters of society again.

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[for Snare Drum]

Client-centered, data-driven,
yet their sins are unforgiven.
Tweaking the assessment standard
while the Word of God is slandered.
Current practice (science-based)
meanwhile, souls are laid to waste.
Evidence-based evaluations
fail to stall abominations.
Power slideshows, bullet-pointed
bypass Christ, the Lord’s anointed.
Titled expert: talking wraith,
buzzword-based, devoid of faith.
Sources cited, praxis theorized.
Mankind’s plight ignored, unrealized.
Humankind enthroned, enshrined,
entombed in shadows yet unshined.
Branding, marketing, organized crime:
brother – can you spare a paradigm?

I'm sleeping, or maybe it's a dream.
That everything is fine and you are exactly what you seem.
It would be different,  in another world i think.
If i were to able fly, but you force me to sink.
I'm drowning, I've forgotten to swim.
The lies you tell, like anchors, pull me down from within.
With my last breath, i need to say.
Everything I've never said, all my thoughts I've locked away.

So you think that you are perfect? Because thats what no one sees.
Take a look at the water, your reflection, you'll see what i mean.
Your lost, trying to stay afloat. I wish i were the wave that sinks your imaginary boat.

So while i'm drowning, asleep in the dark.
Please stop lying to yourself and pretending to have a heart.

Maybe some day we will dance
Holding hands in disbelief
As tears of joy
flow from our eyes
While the field of flowers
will cheer in salute
Maybe our eternity
will come to an end
And our day will come
to begin . . . just maybe

Just maybe I hope
beyond my dreams

I have some junk inside my brain
I want to throw them away in the drain
But they somehow come up again
And make me feel vain
I am helpless because I have no restrain
It makes me feel that I might go insane
I'd rather prefer being mundane