Perrennial rainfall in a sunlit sky

A world of dimension cast flat through stereotypical design

The masses no longer stand by the roots in their feet

they submitted to illusion and denied defeat

The few, whose roots force them to tread slowly

whose minds beaming and growing     

We wade

in a calm pool surrounded by grounds of chaos     

We push

dispite the burn in our muscles and war all around us     

We wait

for the stars to align and doors to push open     

We mourn

for all those who cannot see catastrophy coming     

We speak.

We speak inside the light of a Law Universified

Casting shadows on the norm of death to the diversified

Leaving behind us only ripples that fade into the new body

Picking friends like fruit as we suit up our armies     

We wade

in a polluted swamp surrounded by generations of trash     

We push

for a new way, let the misdeeds of the past pass     

We wait

for the waters be born again from the flood     

We speak

with knowledge so deep it is delivered as tongue. 

We pray

that god deliver us the strength

to save ourselves from our own mistakes.