Visions There's something wrong, oh what have they done. They've corrupted the pages, and desecrated the Son. The sacred message, misunderstood by the world. Now I wait to see the inevitable madness unfurl. An ironic existence. The purpose is lost. Leaving our fate to the coin that is tossed. Erasing our history and burning the books. The modern day slavery to white collar crooks. Sabotaging our existence, pollute and deplete. No longer symbiant to what's beneath our feet. Indoctrinate the masses to serve the machine. Changing 'God' from unseen to that which is 'Green'. All that was natural, innocent and right. Desecrated and perverted by enemies of The Light. Slaves of Desire to the Master of Lies. Selling our future to the lord of the Flies. Revelation will come when the last martyr dies. Visions of mushroom clouds in their eyes. He, that has fallen, claims their souls as his prize. Visions of Death from the depth of their eyes. How long now, untill the message is done. How many will fall before the battle is won. A wicked bloodline has corrupted the globe. The blood of the innocent on the priest's robe. Gold and silver. Purple and scarlet. Bow to their Idols, Serving the Harlot. Repeating history, by stripping our rights. Politicians by day, illuminated at night. The agenda of control. An ancient decree. The same 'Religious' leaders that hung Christ on a tree. Distracted by consumerism, taxes and desire. Divided by racism, and the social muck and mire. When evil is tolerated, and goodness is shunned. The seals will be broken... The slain will be awoken... The words will be spoken... 'It has begun'. Slaves of Desire to the Master of Lies. Selling our future to the lord of the Flies. Revelation will come when the last martyr dies. Visions of mushroom clouds in their eyes. He, that has fallen, claims their souls as his prize. Visions of Death from the depth of their eyes. Written by: Michael Taylor © 11/05/2019