I could talk about how our situations have taken hold
Under its control,
Or
Give reasons of fruitless seasons
Bad excuses for the broken things we become
Refuse of this mad mad world
A system which does not work,
I could repeat myself or be recused
Expose this life as a sham
By simply existing
Surrendering to harmful Truths

Look here, see there those men
Behaving less than,
Deceitfully claiming to be more as

The world chokes in their hands
That holds tight ******
A sword of blind belief, breaking dishes
Unwilling to let go of a kingdom of bad
Now ruled by thief, gung-** wars of
& for Dads, many a wives
Sleeping with sleepy eyed
the enemy is the dark Lord in minds
   consuming blithe and
All life (matters)
We’re
Born from Light in the space of time
Flesh and bone and spiritual ardor...

But
I’m nearly there, almost dead
So close to kick the bucket,
Nearly lost,
penniless, homeless
Poor without a clue of know how
Or what to do
**** it,
    let’s carry on (from big bangs)
Blame the Man, ourselves hellbent
On ******
The beauty of blue
(Garden and serpent)
No one cares to pay the rent
When home turns to Pooh
The streets smells no different
Nearly to the finish line
Dead men walking blind
Nearly homeless, feels like we’ve Died.
Life pressed /Mute tries
Angels lacking wings
who’s home is the sky...
Nearly home
less
The End is Nigh.