Clearing our eyes of residue left from the lies we perceived as reality. We must move forward.
Nothing of fact was real.
I feel betrayed and you should too.
The first breath free of the grasp of lies
Is utterly pure.
We must enjoy this for a brief moment.
Reaching out to us. We all hear it's beckoning in a different form.
What I here is this:
You exhaust yourself on the past
It's inconceivable to think you can last
Empty of purpose and full of old hatred
Value you hold, is very little
Console, and become a tittle
A part of some collective release
Wander into the depths of your caverns
In search of peace
Unearth all you find there
For the world to have a Saturn
May they follow without tear
Or we perish
No set leader
Just all a merish
Reconcile yourself into selflessness
Be fearful of what you do not know
But brave in the endeavor of finding it.
Develop a thirst for learning that is unquenchable
Be ravenous for service to others
Now we're free
There are Seven lessons to achieve.
Wait for my silence to speak, it will be quite clear.
Sit and stay awhile, and let your mind clear.
Look through the scope; see the stars! The sky is so clear.
See my heart? You can look through it because it's clear.
You know that I love you, because it's abundantly clear.
— The End —