Why would they fear
That you know a truth?
Why would it be
Your deliverance is hidden?
Who decided
What you can know?
How is it we think it is man?

For thousands of years
Have we been lost
Since the beginning
Have we been deceived
As man was not meant
To rule over man
And another was not meant
To decide for you

Yet from one to the next
Is rule given
And from another to another
Is reason laid out
Going all the way back to the first
Who listened to they who did lie
And they who were master
To the children of earth
Who did obey
Their strength
And knowledge
And power

Look to ourselves
And what do we know?
For even our recent history is false
And our ancient history forgotten
And our truths they are hidden
While our insanity is accepted

So look to the elders
And what do they know?
Their knowledge was given
By only one generation before
Knowing nothing before that
But propaganda of their belief

So look to historians
And what do they know?
For they argue of fact
And listen not to the counter
And propose that which is fitting
As statement of their interpretation

So look to the seekers
And what do they know?
They gather bones and skulls
And trinkets and rocks
Trying to piece together a story
From thousand year old mysteries

So look to the spiritualist
And what do they know?
Each one claiming claim
And denying the other
Fighting each other in unrighteousness
Accusing each other in shame

So look to the leaders
And what do they know?
For their families give power
In protection of itself
Forgetting who gave the beginning
Worshipping idols of transformed reality

Each and every one of now
Know little of the generation before
Each and everyone of before
Knew little of before them
So much so that we do not know
Why we are as we are

So much so we know not
The beginning as it was

So who shall we blame?
And who shall we curse?
And who shall pay for their wrong?
Not knowing it is wrong
Not knowing it is their works
Not knowing it is false

Thus is there weeping
And gnashing of teeth

For our enemy is not ourselves
Though we battle ourselves
And harm each other
And war with one another
In sorrow and pain and horror
In self justified meaning of purpose

Yet our enemy is not ourselves
As we are stirred up
From the beginning
And shaken from the start
Each and every generation
As puppets to the puppeteer

Oh how fitting
That the son of man
Called him a wicked master!
Oh how fitting
That the son of God
Came to reveal the deception!

For our enemy still lives
And has lived before us
Making sure we know not
The truth

Let us consider
They who truly rule our darkness
And let us consider
He who truly offered us freedom

For goodness begets goodness
And evil begets evil
As no work of violence
Has ever produced peace
For if it were so to be true
We would have had peace
Generations ago!

But goodness produces life
And life produces experience
And experience produces clarity
And clarity produces truth
And truth produces peace
And peace produces love.

And God is love

Ryan o0o