"THIS KNEE WILL NOT BOW"

I arose at the witching hour and followed the snake to the west...past the guards at the gates of Eden... I smiled as I slit their throats and watched the blood spill down their breastplates... Eyes wide...walking dead men...reach out your hands as I slip a knife between your ribs and carve out your empty heart...empty catacombs of nothingness... You have made an oath to your god and your brotherhood to defend laws and statutes written by evil men who have long returned to the dust from which they came...You transgress the law of Love and thwart the true order of the Cosmos, imposing your demonic false authority with weapons and warfare... You have sinned against the One and the All... You will be chastised for every moment of freedom that you have taken away from another man... You will be punished seven times over for every time you have imposed your false authority over another mans free will. You have enslaved your own brothers, leading them into captivity in chains, raping them of their freedom and turning your back to their suffering women and children. Curses be upon your heads. You will be banished into a lake of fire for your transgressions. How dare you place a throne above the earth and claim jurisdiction over the land and sin against the spirit of the earth and man-kind. Your time has come. Let my people go! You will no longer rule over my people with an iron rod. Your kingdom will fall. Your Empires will crumble and you will slither on the ground in the dust. And I will strike your head with my heel. I will raise up an army against you and cut off all seven of your heads you filthy beast of babylon. You will oppress my people no more. I will stand in the garden, naked and unashamed, with my bloody fist raised in Triumph. "THIS KNEE WILL NOT BOW!"

Vampires.

Probing my flesh they find their entrance and insert their slender tubes...Sucking away at my blood like a newborn suckling it's mothers breast...they need it...for the remmission of my sins... they blame me and accuse me...claiming jurisdiction over my body, my possessions, and even my mind... They want my soul. They entice me and taunt me with their illusions... luring me into their web of deceit... they suck their fill and bring their offerings to the queen...a tax for their quarters... she gets the choicest blood witch she stores in the storehouses...she takes her fill and redistributes the wealth according to her pleasure... the high priest gets the choicest portions.

Spaceships in the sky.

The traveler sat beside the path and watched the crowds walk by...
In two's and three's and some with four knees
...and a little girl with squeaky shoes.
A godess strummed upon her lyre with a fellow with a chello at her side
while the people in the street were passing by
like spaceships in the sky
like spaceships in the sky

Crash and Flow.

Oppression refines a mans character and hones his spirit. He learns to worship his freedom, forsaking all vice and false authority. He lives and dies for it, he fights for it and surrenders it to no one. He proudly and boldly stakes his claim over his own body, mind and soul; aknowledging Self as a parcel of the Divine Whole.
When a man acknowledges his unity with the universe while being aware of his individuality he learns the essence of power and the infinite possibilities of his free will. He is a parcel of the creator. He is the creator and the creation simultaneously, containing the same life energy, composed of the same elements. The same spark of life that makes the sun shine is the same spark of life that makes his heart beat. The friction btwn Love and Fear... the interaction of positive and negative forces...Energy in motion...Life perpetuates itself... Flowing and crashing like water, swirling and blowing like the wind, burning alive from the inside out, emitting rays of Love and Light, flowing like a river to the infinite sea,waves crashing and receding against the perimeters of the shore...

The Heart of the Sun.

The Sun is the heart of the solor system, the nucleus of the the atom, the core of the apple... It is that self-perpetuating nucleus of energy, the friction of ions of positive and negative elements as they are sucked into a black hole, spiraling forever into the nothingness and everythingness of the cosmos.

Either: Or

We can either go thru the motions and spend our precious life energy in defence of an ideal that no longer exists... Or, we can create a new world out of the ruins of the old and make our own ideals a reality.

The almighty beast.

God requires blood for the remission of sins...Bring a sacrifice to the almighty...a pure spotless lamb...youth and innocence slaughtered by the blade of the high priest...He is a roaring Lion, seeking whom he may devour...a savage beast, mad with rage... the high priest takes the choicest cuts of the meat after he slits the throat of the bleeting lamb and drains its blood into a basin and brings it into the most holy of holies in the tabernacle of the holy spirit of a holy god that desires fresh blood...scattering the bones of ravaged, cold carcasses, always thirsty for fresh blood... Sing your praises and adoration of your Lord and Master. Sing for eternity on your streets of gold. May you live forever in paradise and be washed by the blood of the lamb.