Trained for destruction

[ONE_MIC_ETERNAL]

From birth, the works of a hypnotism have been in place,

Moderately, finely threaded into the fabrics of family and concious third person as we watch minds speak within minds questioning the very depths of who to be..

Companies and Governments have us under the helm's, the claim to there Leadership is from ages of Wars, the claim to there forefronts are from scores of Job's, but whoever said we needed either one to survive?
Where in life was it set that we as people need to be baby sat and hurded like cattles..

TO what great myth is tis curse of death owed? But, to greed of each own, Greed made men lust for power and power for lust, greed made kings and armies, greed made death and slavery..

Greed has been woven into the fabrics of life from time upon times so that each man,woman and child would be trained for destruction..

[ONE_MIC_ETERNAL]

The sounds of cars zipping by pollute the intimate portrait of scenery,
A woman stands underneath a bridge screaming at them as they
pass by. She throws her hands up like fist and strikes there echoes
back, such a woman of perpetual downfall as most seem to ride by
seeing with a glance.

Some of them give her the finger, others throw cans, many just
seemingly cast an odd look in her direction and return to there own
world where a cigarette is dying and a radio is blarring.

There on there way's about to sucess's and failures, to mistakes
and triump's, along the way..provoking the Little gypsy who lives under
the bridge. I cannot speak latin well, but as it sounded to me, she
was saying "slow down, my fire will go out!" It seems argudable
of which existance is more deserving to the rights of passage,
both are needed for purpose and comforts..but, to what gauge
of life will interest be in.. I stand in the clear, as a being not alive
nor dead, and witness the moment of obscurity and unknown without
reason and without objectiveness, It is a perplex vision cast upon me,
I do not quite understand the meaning of the fascade..