In the crystal fires red eyes gleam
Behold the archeitects of the system
Building with the stones of institution
They build the pyrimds of control

Obeying the waves of invisible hands
They repeat the unspoken words
Talking in circles they dizzy themselves
Writting the language of the fools

Wrapping their tongues around the lie
They speak the language made to control
The myth of authority transforms to reality
The people surrender their will

They have forgotten the piper is only an illusion
Playing the songs that lead them
From The flute of ignorant music
They hear the lullaby in their minds

They are afraid to awake the sleeper
Whose dreaming up this world
Afraid to see the pyrimd
They reinforce its walls

They see the structure as a burden
And depend upon its false security
Bathing in the filth of imagined protection
Forever staind with the mark of ignorance

Darryl (Daristotle) McMillan

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