******* Disciples
Martyrs of Faith
I am privy to the secrets of the universe, its creator
It's magic and delicious power ....

Your imagined truths - that makes men cruel..

Your feigned aura of confidence
Like water it runs between your fingers
Your seeds of cockiness
Soiled in ignorance
The flames of controversy
Opinions
Mass disputes
Conflict
World news
Of persecution  .. progress .. profit ...
A steady arrogance in need of starvation

As a contented fish in its fish tank
Spawns a sense of intellectual humility
In the harmony of all that exists
A sea of infinite atoms
In the end
In the Blue Room
We are all connected

Gypsy