Matter does not exist
The source of all being is consciousness, although
The scourge of life revel in selfishness
Ever still the cosmic force lies tepid
As the malignance grows ever more intrepid
Harbingers of inevitable demise
They preach Order from Chaos
But rather warmonger - masquerading their charades from the sidelines
However, if the time paradigm states light
will shine triumphantly
harmonious to the sound of victory
blaring from the Seraphims' trumpets
Why are we still waiting?
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 3:19 PM UTC
Matter does not exist
The source of all being is consciousness, although
The scourge of life revel in selfishness
Ever still the cosmic force lies tepid
As the malignance grows ever more intrepid
Harbingers of inevitable demise
They preach Order from Chaos
But rather warmonger - masquerading their charades from the sidelines
However, if the time paradigm states light
will shine triumphantly
harmonious to the sound of victory
blaring from the Seraphims' trumpets
Why are we still waiting?
On the eve of battle
in a celestial diner
Is where you'll find Yahweh and Lucifer
Babbling away over tea and crumpets
Request permission to use this poem