Filters

Eloquence and dissidence merge as one in my defense~ Open eyed, too blind to see, the root of my Divinity~ The sleepers shuffle in the dark, searching for their hidden spark~ Eyes turned out, they do not see, the now that owns reality~ Proving ground for all their fears, magnets for pain, for death and tears~ Forgetful drones can’t own their light, caress their souls which shine so bright~ The deepest dreamers feel the blade, the thorns of all their choices made~ Awakened ones doth feel the weight, with perfect footsteps to their fate~ Filters for the worlds dark hate, they hold the key to heaven’s gate~ Satprem~ Copyright © 2015