Attics and basements are scary
Shouldn't purgatory be Mary?

Provide relativity to snow those impotent of reality

We blind ourselves with modern fruits of eden, we think not even within reason and indulge in them.

Slowing progress kills,

immobilization is death.

We eat a carrot out of the hand of "leaders". They return with a garrote.

One that strangles through manipulation and instant gratification.

Progress falls dead.

What hell it is to be alive and exist stagnant.  

We could stop our burning
We just need a yearning

One that fills us with urgency for collectiveness. And instills higher consciousness.