All the best poets and musicians gave up Sold their souls to Truth before they new Love It's better to have lost love they say: misunderstood Your own sense of failure that brings you no good Soul sales are final, their impressions run deep And sleep for this purpose is death for the weak End time and purpose converge in this place, That things may be better for the Citizen race But one last long love, in which we can do right, Will give us the strength to live in delight And take flight from hard times, To grieve and to grind This Tyranny blinding American minds, To hang all the wicked creating divides, And the Just must answer their will and their pride The greatest of actions is symbol for Truth, And the masses assemble protecting the youth, Not for our nation but for our children remain Create the Citizen, The Human, and challenge their game Systematically shutting down our entire Natural system, A group of tyrannical, fascist, just crazy in general Men meeting in secret, ancient clubs with discretion, Religious and political mis-comprehension We are the break in the wave- five miles from shore, By the time we are gone, there will be thousands more Clearly I'm speaking of fighting the Lies, The light in the darkness that never can die And to find the right words that strike the right kind, Of vibrational good to help in our stride Momentum gaining rotation and perpetual rise, Our energies building, the time has arrived The human, and citizen, the game in the mind, Experimental wishing- criminal tries To collapse the spirit, with religion and national pride, For countries ending in a slow downward slides Into oppression... then countries sub-side, Leaving the wicked to rule- as they hide The misdeeds of men in number are few, And to the men of these deeds few numbers are too The musicians and poets- they left long ago, What they left are the cleft, their hearts, and the prose. Beautiful Tragedies planned for The Stage. As long as we breathe- I think we'll be safe.