All the best poets and musicians gave upSold their souls to Truth before they new LoveIt's better to have lost love they say: misunderstood Your own sense of failure that brings you no goodSoul sales are final, their impressions run deepAnd sleep for this purpose is death for the weakEnd time and purpose converge in this place,That things may be better for the Citizen raceBut one last long love, in which we can do right,Will give us the strength to live in delightAnd take flight from hard times, To grieve and to grindThis Tyranny blinding American minds,To hang all the wicked creating divides,And the Just must answer their will and their prideThe greatest of actions is symbol for Truth,And the masses assemble protecting the youth,Not for our nation but for our children remainCreate the Citizen, The Human, and challenge their gameSystematically shutting down our entire Natural system, A group of tyrannical, fascist, just crazy in generalMen meeting in secret, ancient clubs with discretion, Religious and political mis-comprehensionWe are the break in the wave- five miles from shore, By the time we are gone, there will be thousands moreClearly 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 strideMomentum gaining rotation and perpetual rise,Our energies building, the time has arrivedThe human, and citizen, the game in the mind,Experimental wishing- criminal triesTo collapse the spirit, with religion and national pride,For countries ending in a slow downward slidesInto oppression... then countries sub-side,Leaving the wicked to rule- as they hideThe misdeeds of men in number are few,And to the men of these deeds few numbers are tooThe 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.