Takers Taken

The night takers come when the sun goes down When there's no one around to hear the quiet loud They are the shadowed clouds feared by the proud Seeping in through ears with maddening clapping sound Insane clowns with razor sharp teeth poking around The mind pounds until it's fully unwound Once it's lost it can never be found The brain twitches and seizes until it freezes Epileptic diseases permeating the creases Too late to call out or to cry to Jesus Life never owned each one of us leases Man thinks he can do whatever he pleases Monkey like minds relating to rhesus Trying to pick up all the evolutionary pieces **** disguised as treasure but it's still feces Witness lowly ones described as meek Traveling along a narrow path to seek Listening to prophets from the past speak People laughing and calling them Jesus Freaks Thinking they're feeble minded and weak Are the wise and powerful really so unique Who will be left to listen to their critique For the night takers came and took them in their sleep We live in a world of wise people who feel Science is our salvation. Yet each attempt man makes to improve upon creation seems to destroy another part of it. Eventually we are the takers and the taken.