Disembarked from carved thoughts meant purely for content control
craved the divulged by imperialists
drowned in a fluorescent black opaque
we conjure and contain the thoughts of our psyche
Ego based is controlled hate
echoing the sand strings of time
through eons of clusters made from strand
By detaining a derailed infostructure of pessimistic ideology
we can face the tormented truths of our innerselves
released in past tense from the future
interlaced through coppe webs of golden cotton
we are to mend our spirits together forever
lorh
