Spiritual Blogs

Apocalyptic Overload Deciphering symbols the coming of time, living on the edge screaming out for a sign. Post apocalyptic overload, cataclysmic cynics encrypting code. Prophets profit, nothing can stop it. The coming of man, turn of an age, one thing for certain life’s no stage. An encore for every curtain man reaping from the same page. Shuffling forward and moving back, shades of grey fade to black. No way out and every way in, leviathan labyrinth we’re all living in. Mental maze, man waiting for the end of day’s. The rich man creaming sitting at the top, The poor man screaming telling him to stop. Black attire breathing fire, forms of control keeping a hold. Living in a world where we’re all doing time, you might as well do the crime. Lava rock his children living in a prison block, bust out break out pick the lock. Learn from the master, worlds a disaster, Taken from arms of love and affection, but its your brothers in the hood offering you protection. Arms race human race mans just giving chase, everything laid to waste. Even a metropolis has a sub terrain, for the chosen few travel in a sky train. Palm injected Micro chip technology, the powers that be proclaim themselves a prodigy. And to those whom denied the changes, live amongst the rubble like strangers. The only chip I have is the one on my shoulder, just bring on Armageddon and lets start over. Cyber cop vocoder screaming drop, some kid from out of town, gets himself shot. Computer activation, abomination our own creation, laser precise, circuits of steel cold as ice. Laser scanning lenses, scanning my senses, scoping, and I’m hoping they don’t get past my defences. The beginning of the end has just begun, scavenging the land with a loaded gun. Only the strong do survive, so do what you got to do just to stay alive. The future we’ve made wasn’t meant to last, time is moving forward , but we’re still living in the past. Life is like a game of chess, just look around it’s a fucking mess. Your children are lost, and the system counting up the cost, A false economy for the law abiding, but its not there laws I confide in. The reaper reaping on demand Taking from his fathers lands. The time of death, can you feel his cold breath. have you ever seen a look so grim his cup full to the brim, for when the devil laughs he frown’s. for they say he wears one of many crowns. And for all the spoils and not glory, the twist in this tale is no happy ending to this story. The land were living in is no longer fair, and those at the top no longer care. The children of the revolution, and time of revelation, What do you expect when you go against the laws of creation. For what of life, where’s the quality, out breaks and crime for the lack of equality.