and so it has begun.
the beginning of the end.
this has all happened before and this will all happen again.
except this time its different....there is not hint of how it will end. for this one is not written in stone.
war games
strategic, psychological, greedy, beneficial to the souless shapeshifting occupiers...tactics.

i cannot help but engross myself completely into ween, cartoons, and my own true voice.
if you could save yourself you'd save us all*
work yourself to death.
i ask myself this question quite commonly...."what shall i do?"
my answer is always the same...."you shall wait"
although you cannot see me
i am here
a distant feeling that connects us all
and don't fall to soon
don't seek the blood from the panda*
the master fools us all
just see the sun
we have fallen to disaster
i control the sun and the moon*
just look into the glass and really see yourself, focus on one thing....just you.
like a magic eye my gaze draws to one, my left and my right each contain another
i see myself and myself sees me
i cant stop looking for something thats already reflected.
tried and true i see the light in you and my whole life too*
such luck drawn into confusion. ponder on the meaningless hypocrisy while i blow your mind. i am everything....

yesterday we lost our lives tomorrow we were born*

i am your servant