When facing back into our history, my soul wonders from reality,
To prolong or own existence, we man were the most bloodiest with our savagery.
Not in one instance did we stop for a common cause, not one idealism was represented and intended for all.
Yes I've claimed we lost, lost the value of our role,
To gain what others have, we mimick the mold.
Instead of embracing each other's warm light, we banish each other to the cold, forced to adapt to the most vile life, with vile habits until our spirit finally folds,
My doctrines are of the old ways of mans known history,
History ultimately makes my unseen enemy kin to me.
The spiritual pressure of our mass is negative as a whole, the path for humanity has self destruction as it's goal.
Fifteen years was truly the amount of time I am suppose to have waited, yet the pendulum shifted us into another existence so that human progress is belated.
What can myself do to help further evolve you, your mind is also your prison, which your unknowingly bound to.
When your pointed towards the truth, you reject the absolute,
Which is only part of your nature, naturally down to our roots.
Our professionals are selfish with no intention of evolution in goal, most of us lack the knowledge to give needed understanding to the soul.
The door to reason was always open, yet has now become closed for most,
The path for our spiritual rising is withheld by those who boast.
Easy to see now that your very spirit has been withheld, not only for this life but the existence of every shell.
Existences that gives a lesson to be carried to where every soul dwells,
Instead of progressing humanity, we've created or own hell.
