one by one the warriors join
no wallow in their walk
supporting goddess realities
laboring to establish content
as this world plays a final symphony
of man's current black nature
arising conscious community
develops structural integrity
independance from coinage
exchange on the basis of time
space exists in the realm
where being is forced to exist
under cover of nightly frost
resting while others expend energy
what matters alters conscious flow
patterns newly create old methods
historical tracts buried deep
subconscious in the thoughts of today
'tis difficult to see with blinders on
cacophony shouts louder and LOUDER
as ashes to ashes, dust returns to dust
pick up the pieces and go home
watching and waiting for opportunity
while preparing the vision of the world
we wish to have tomorrow
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