Is love really coming to save us?
Or are we left here to do this on our own
Trapped in the fear box
A speck of blue hope
Lost and alone in an eternal evil ocean

Puppets scurry and herd the sheep
Puppet masters lick theyre lips at the coming feast

The Fear Farm spins on
Out of control
Seemingly

Blinded from our true reality
Awarness stifled
Under their control

But there can't just be evil

Love must be coming soon

Must it not?

Somewhere in the blackened infiniti
there must be a higher form of love coming
To show us little misguided lovlings how to do it

Hurry the **** up!
Is all i can say

Sneaky strategist waiting for the pouncing , ***** sloth singing to zeus's
rhyming

Light neighing the beatings , flashs blaming the rain's brow rising ,

snails playing to the silver morning , while birds loving their secret lovlings

Raining claims the one drying , asking what is the large Darkness flying

Drops slowing , my feet wobbling , eyes opening , seven ones smiling

Blood dripping , blades retracting , mind begining , words aren't forming

Fights are stopping , clarity overtaking , regret homecoming , tears falling

Home going , welcoming is maybe not waiting ...