The world's greased, watch your step or you might slip and fall off of it,
Serpent in the garden where you're walking, show cautiousness
And nothing really grows there in the shadow of the Pyramid,
Of our plutonomy,
But honestly,
from the top the image probably isn't that vivid
That we're rats in the labyrinth scolded for eating cheese,
That we're lepers on our island rebuked for our disease
Once a pigeon ascends with doves, all in the name of peace,
The thin air is too comfortable, to return him to the streets
Hypnotized by a box framed with Rose-Colored glass
While The Owl burns bright and The Baphomet laughs
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC
The world's greased, watch your step or you might slip and fall off of it,
Serpent in the garden where you're walking, show cautiousness
And nothing really grows there in the shadow of the Pyramid,
Of our plutonomy,
But honestly,
from the top the image probably isn't that vivid
That we're rats in the labyrinth scolded for eating cheese,
That we're lepers on our island rebuked for our disease
Once a pigeon ascends with doves, all in the name of peace,
The thin air is too comfortable, to return him to the streets
Hypnotized by a box framed with Rose-Colored glass
While The Owl burns bright and The Baphomet laughs
#BohemianGrove #Love #Revolution #Socialawareness #Metaphor #BraveNewWorld #Huxley
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