But far away he's gonna fly
... and find the God he feels within ....

Schoolyard ... it's all a game ... it's all such pain ... it's all taxpayers money down the drain ... their running riot ... got no control ... can't keep them quiet ... can't tame the soul ... but we can kill it ... oh yeah ... with education ... special tactics ... and drastic action.

But, we gotta be subtle ... after all, we are the government employed ... pillars of the community ... have to beat "it" out of them in a way no one can see ... and he's always getting picked on, and we're turning a blind eye. If we don't run to this one then eventually his soul will die ... let the kids do it for us ... the ones that we've affected ... the ones that sat at home lonely and rejected

The parents got the ball rolling ... they never felt protected ... keep bullying and scolding ... best not give consoling ...ahh I must be dreaming ... I hurt ... I ache ... I am ... I see what's going wrong in the world ... I know ... I don't belong in this place ... there isn't much that I can do ... but there is much that i can save ... he doesn't fight back like the other boys ... he cries tears like the girls and for that he pays. And, now he is starting to slip away ... and everyone is laughing ... but they've no idea ...their too far gone towards the grey ... their to far gone into the shadowed world ... they don't know it yet, but one day they will? He wakes up ... he sees the self he left behind ... the crowds of ugly manmade kids ...

... but far away he's gonna fly

... and find the God he feels within ....

somehow he's past that mortal fear ... he feels alive for the first time ... now he knows it will take more to kill his soul than a few splats of grey matter perched inside some offending head of public status that's undeserving of their false position of authority and a bunch of hapless kids that don't even know that their entire act has been instigated and infiltrated and whacked into them with lashings of long dried up tongues from garbage mouths ... from sorry little souls that lost their way and don't know or care to find the way home ... too scared of what is real ... the corridors of power? There is no power. No one has the right to claim it as their own. It belongs to the people. It's what burns the coal ... and fires the soul with unseen forces. He knows he's a long way from home ... but he's free ... for now ... and he's gonna find the answers ... he has to ... if he's gonna save himself, and he has to do that ... if he's gonna save the world ... whatever that means?

Falling deeper into the dark hole ... falling ... smiling ... knowing! Strength is the best medicine.

thoughts by
Honey Bane

song by
Snake Handling Immortal Tongue Speakers

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