Help us, help me, help this line of time,
Let the end begin
And the beginning end,
Let insanity start were sanity ended,
And let my life flow from now to the end,
Let this mind awake to the reality of its imagination,
Let darkness fall with the sun
And let the light rise with the moon,
Let my generation rise up,
And then fall,
Bring down the wall that keeps us in the dark,
Let the noise of silent rain fall upon the ears of those that choose not to hear,
And let the darkness fall on to the thoughts that choose,
Not to see the pain that they have inflected on to others

Flying across the moon light sky of my mind I find that reality is nothing more then the entrapment of my mind's ability to understand its surroundings.
That as long as I keep my mind awarer that their is always
more to see,
to here,
to experience,
to over come,
and to under stand,
I will never become a static being floating in the ignorance of human existence.
I will awake to the darkness of true life, and let the light of understanding bath me in its truth.
As long as my eyes are not corrupted by the lies and deception of the surroundings,
and my ears are deaf to the sounds of corrupted beings that fallow a faith that's existence was created on the blood of hatred.
I will be as one with the world that I create for my self,
I will no longer fear death for I am death and life.
I am a god of my reality.