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The western world has drowned

Into the Image-in-a-nation of clone clowned

Copy cats purring drones

Imagination unoriginal

But echoes of subliminal control

Blind- blind west

Show boys and show girls

Pied the lied to, into a widows nest

For the real men are gone on an identity quest

Ravished daughters seven to one scrounge for what is left

Can-can dancers lift up blood stained skirts

and media Fans fan faster cooling our conscience to dirt

Blinders on in a tunnel of warped vision

The full horizon of reality sun has risen

And we are still sleeping

What will it take for us to arise

What will it take to open our eyes from deceptive

Dreams so sweet we wake up with cavities

Too much candy isn’t good for the body

even a bee can’t eat all that honey

How we have bowed to the jolly green giant called money

Like jesters in his court, we play the fool for his sport

Laying down, bodies, family, conscience and time, especially time

At the alter of the mammon shrine.

The alter where we offer our soul

Is the alter that will alter the destiny of that same soul

For pretense we outwardly show up at temples to pacify our core

And tip the basket as it passes by

Like paying on insurance for we really want to drive wild

Never intending to stop at signs

To yield to or cruise to the precepts of bible lines.

The signs of the times are everywhere

The deaf stop the ears of the hard of hearing

and the blind turn off the lights to the self-centered uncaring

as we say yahoo, riding high on the golden bull sitting gyrating

yee haw ha-ha, is the mocking last laugh

as the truth throws you on your back whip lash

are you awake yet

hello, wake up honey

this is the final showdown

the last days have ground

time to decide who’s side you are on