Tower

The dystopian agenda of annexation from our cosmic relation delivered in the form of verbose information.
Its time to awaken.
Its time for transformation.
Its time for emancipation from the dualistic segregations of ignorant foundations.

Come forth oh master of wisdom, come and share your fruit aplenty. We wish to know the ways of the vehement vigilante.

The Enlightenment will come.

Come free us from uncertainty, wash away our confusion and doubts, as we now become truth devout.

The reckoning will come.

Powerful in number.
our spirits like thunder.
The tower shall fall
we will hear her call.

She will scream in her truth driven fury, her love turned to passion.
In her burning demise, we will awaken among her sacrificial ashen.

You are my children, please be free!

And then among the embers of playful dust, you will feel a nudge.

A gentle beckoning caress of surrender...

And you will remember...

© Cosmic Junkie