Seeker

the land is filled with an abscess of abhorrent disembodied souls and their bleats are heard through parallel dimensions in which they troll some stagnant in purgatory some waundering endlessly in search of a vessel to hold travelling the bottled neck passages of hades paying the fairyman's toll no bouqet of roses no arrangments of flowers just remnants of cinder and ashes brought by the hours realities manifested by the thoughts in our minds alternate dimensions are possible with the construct of time comprehension is beyond the grasp of average intelligence disbelief has become dogmatic relevence humans have adopted a bravado of ego and pride along with the blistering ignorance that coincides deceptive and manipulative voices like liquid water that drowns out reason a year without light and death has a season the balance is infiltrated and ying is greater than yang no resonance from speech just slurs from slang a twist of the words a serpents tongue a hiss is whats heard air from lungs the breath of life forced out in a whisper and truth is manipulated by the tongue of the twisted before you open your eyes open your mind if you truly seek the truth than it is the truth you shall find