• Hark the call that the Angel
    sings, her effervescent voice, the
    ways he imputs her
    wisdom
    Upon the earth. We listen not,
    don't hear her call, her voice forever
    drowns in the neverending
    change of humanity.
    sex money violence is our call,
    it kills her slowly,
    rots away her skin to fall into the
    deep abyss
    in which it will never return.
    The way is opaque the luminescant
    light always hidden form our hazy vision.
    Do we listen do we cry
    Do we fall?
    No, not yet, but unless we
    listen to the words she
    imparts on our mind body and
    soul
    we shall fall ever faster until
    our body breaks and
    our consciousness shatters. Stay
    still and heed her warning and
    you will leave
    this placid and shallow world
    gracefully.