My poem entitled Legacy
a legacy is something instilled
by pure dedication and one's will
to stamp their mark on society
otherwise known as a legacy
has always been, in ages past
people strived to make things last
buildings, edifices, temples too
amazing legacy's left to me and you
wondering when shiny and new
people of that age, away they blew
small things struggle tests of time
this hidden treasure can be sublime
seeing what our forefathers made
with their hands, not with lathe
many ages have come and gone
though humanity still lives on
though tell you about pre-historic
this is really such a myth
many civilizations have come and gone
and SOON its OUR time to move on
In this era of modern time
as materialism is working overtime
keeping us occupied and focused
being subservient, total hypnosis
Its designed to be this way
to steal our money and energy
pay to live on your planet of birth?
Banksters making it hell on this earth
Though all is not lost at all
but this truly will sound mental
with all this division and dismay
we just entered the Golden Age
Golden? Joking? Having a laugh?
Will it be more than time and a half?
Better than that, totally free
in your CHOSEN REALITY
though there will be a price to pay
for those intent on a legacy
everyone's slates will be wiped clean
or at least everyone's 3d reality
all bad karma, hereditary disease
of all that we will be free
also free from the pharma cartel
intent NOW on making lives hell
about this 3d reality, we all loose
nobody at all gets to choose
and when this world is fully vacated
will be re-seeded without any hate
and with total respect for human life
devoid of reasons to wallow in strife
as soon as we spiritually graduate
in a life full of love not hate
and in perfect harmony with everything
YOUR world then; devoid of suffering
totally vacated before there is a 3
in the date of EVERYBODY'S REALITY
And what I am saying in this rhyme
any legacy building, A WASTE OF TIME
cos when the spiritual penny drops
YOUR OFF!