The Never Ending Fairytale
The Never Ending Fairytale
With a glint of arrogance the creator marvelled over his latest feat
of marbled meat w/a hint of innocence carved over his great deceit
Our plate replete w/fabrications wove in the fabric of which we think
Revelations script in ink, an exhortation of truth his creations seek
Foundations breached by conscience thought & the science sought
Defiance taught through the wars we've fought & onslaughts brought
by wicked men turned hot by the conflict of fires waged deep within
Convicts & friars enslaved by strokes of midnight madness called sin
Twilight creeps in & allows for the madness to vanish on calm winds
Kicked up by gentle whispers of a mothers nature in psalms hymned
Shimmering droplets of morning sweet dew bead on windows of reality
Glimmering goblets of mourning sweep through on winds of normality
To live is to die on this orb of brutality, questions aimed at the sky
Fists clinched, tears pouring from sullen eyes tremblingly ask "Why?"
"Why?"
The creator laughs in thunderous crackles,
...of harnessed energy
"You are but a farmed entity engineered for the sole,
...purpose of entertaining me"
Explaining me through your religious concepts,
...a cons text taken out of context
a complex fairytale produced to control subjects,
...induced like controlled substance
to enhance fourfold the facade you've been sold,
...in stories imprinted in bold
embossed on rice papers and bound leaflets of gold,
...passed down by the ancients of old
my patience erodes as the roads of time unwind,
...the patients I bio-chemically mold
behold, the master of puppets & you're the bastard,
...children of a loveless fling
mere puppets on strings
"Why?"
"Do not your scientist insist on dabbling in genetic sifts,
...of coded information driving rifts
through the fabric of a nations swiftly slipping grips?"
...Gripping binary scripts
of your species dimly lit bon fires of burning wit
...while churning grit
w/a mechanism of processed bits. Thoughtless glitch?
...or a God sent gift on the wings,
of a heartless bitch who sings in carbon blocks
...synched to atomic clocks linked
to a creators smock succinct in encryption locked
...deep in the building blocks
of a common stock, laid in path of a comets stop
...on the third rock of an orbiting nine
brilliantly propped on the backdrop of space and time
...wondering minds refine vast lines
of instructional sets and biological reference in text
"Next?"
Perplexed by logical preference & vexed by convoluted chapters in text
Specs of both sex elude mans lewd pursuit of common vectors, except
where tales were told the very veil bestowed upon the ancients of old
portrayed a 'Deity in Robe' who created the globe in seven days, it is told
in many ways to comfort you on rainy days & shelter you from empty ways
Truth is your GOD does not exist and the very reason your tribes persist
Is because I engineered you with an Iron fist contrived in the midst of war
with fits of gore and a blood thirsty warriors core poured over flesh, tore
from the carbon fabrics we harvest from Europas livid oceanic floors
You're but a petri dish of amusement in the grandiose scheme of all things
created in the rightful name of advanced science by advanced beings
labeled & sorted in pristine halls of universal records & informative wings
...Created by me, the engineer of new things, your way of life is fabricated
in laboratories situated on rings of a planet your machines have only seen...
A never ending fairytale told to each new species in a growing archive
blowing smoke on our cries for divine intervention and hope for our lives
:The Never Ending Fairytale:
told on countless worlds... in countless tongues...
By: Bounce
