[THE HAND OF RECOGNITION EXTENDED]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/wokBICFlVU4
Voices that cry from the thick mists of time where perception is but a part of the illusion.
Speaking of truth in whispering tones as life roars by in a mad dash.
So many so caught up in trying to catch up to a dream, sold on Android and i phone screens.
Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.
Stuck sucking on the tittie of sociality in a capitalistic democracy while being ruled by the illuminati.
Oh say can you see that freedom that calls from the fog as you are lead so willingly astray.
As the fog of revelation spreads they cringe against the stone wall of ignorance, some crushed and left to die by the flock.
The barbarian must feed as they become the meat that is stuck between teeth.
The flock standing around watching as their brothers and sisters are consumed, eyes wide, noses flared.
Whitewashed black sheep filling the belly of the beast.
Remember this well oh ye children of man, ye children of the sun.
The fog of recognition rolls in thick and a hand extends.
So many so mislead that they see it as a threat.
Woe to the children born and raised in a system of miseducation.
In the beginning and in the end darkness precedeth the light.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
