Is love really coming to save us?
Or are we left here to do this on our own
Trapped in the fear box
A speck of blue hope
Lost and alone in an eternal evil ocean

Puppets scurry and herd the sheep
Puppet masters lick theyre lips at the coming feast

The Fear Farm spins on
Out of control
Seemingly

Blinded from our true reality
Awarness stifled
Under their control

But there can't just be evil

Love must be coming soon

Must it not?

Somewhere in the blackened infiniti
there must be a higher form of love coming
To show us little misguided lovlings how to do it

Hurry the **** up!
Is all i can say