Poems from peace cult

allocate your mind
Its one big 3 dimensional shape. Ruled by the power of the illusion inside your society. The apes bang their chest and roar to the people...
Women that chase a script from there youth that has been passed from generations for you to be loved by a "real man" that will love you...
At the top of a hill where lights are floating to the sky..We lay under a tree like the bugs that you hate.We cant have a conversation...
There's an owl outside my window.The last place to look when you want to feel safe at night.The owl is asking questions that i cant answer...
are the shadows chasing me or are they my slave? if i can trap darkness what does that make me? just the same as you. asking questions to...