Letters to the Children

Temptation is all around, always the right tool for the wrong job.
It is not layered in Charcoal black, just
hidden in the portals of sanity
and better left unseen
Constantly stretching it's edges and reforming in enticing beauty
Strung out across vivid landscapers of needsles and razors
in the back office of the late night porn shack

Festering in the bowels of humanity, edging closer everyday
with time on it's side, it challenges conformity
It is grown and cultivated in private "atriums"
and distributed on the "down low"
Seeded in discontent and tricked into hibernation are
the things that we think we so strongly detest

I say we get them out into the light, see them and all for all they are
A hard, straight line of reality
inbred and realised on a strictly personal levels
You know we all go a little mad sometimes....me more than others

they swallow whole, the rats as they snake through time
leaving behind the mark of existence, and contracdition
Scarring us through the struggle agains nature
and leaving the wrechage that is a short life

Sleep little angels now,
for tomorrow a new game is being played
not a new game to us, just a new game to you
it is a game wiht stringent rules
Rules made to lead you to the brink
Rules made to show you how to think
and rules made to ignore what you see....
blinding societal rules to make you disappear so they can control

Sweet baby, you are pure now
Loving and honest, controlled and reveled
Free
Longing I am , for the days of my innocence
the exciting, uninhibited days of sunrise
galloping lightly ub a wave of bliss
empty of mind and cleansed of the soul
untainted

You are there, I am going there
meet me again someday on the wings of angels
think of me when the wind sweeps you to sleep
or the marvel of the stars ascend on your happiness
Whne I leave to find relief
I will remember you and your sweet little breathes
hold on close to my heart and
protect you from this manic digress