{ANGEL SCREAMS, BASS AND SIRENS}

{ANGEL SCREAMS, BASS AND SIRENS}
THE SOUND OF REALIZATION...
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And what of man so encumbered by his skin... His corporeal self.
What of his mind encumbered by the same self.
All this reality and all he sees is what other men want him to see.
An animal who does not even know that he is food for lion.
The things he would be if he were truly free.
What of man formed of the soul of a star and placed on a starship hurtling through dark matter?
Born of a chemical reaction and light.
He with the potential to be a cosmic entity able to leap across galaxies with a well placed thought.
He living planetary while his history is written on rocks across the cosmos.
Ruled by fear of an all powerful God as told to a slave living under threats of death.
So many crazy people ruling and the sane living as crazy people.
Defined by society.
Coulda been a superhero and all man is is a cog in a wheel.
A piece of a machine.
Plugged in and plugged out.
Dead eyes looking out into the all of it.
I infinity I.
Angels voices sounding like bass drums and sirens.
The beat of the wings and vision filled skies.
What of men who cant see these things?
Dead or alive?
Sentient or bound by time and space?
What of man who thinks that dying is dying and living is living.
Man who has been here since his inception.
Thinking that he should live a certain way for a blessed afterlife when he should be living that way for this life.
Heaven promised while living in a created hell.
This skin only a shell for his immortal soul.
Oh man...
Oh ye foolish men.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY