We live in a world of our own making
We shape our world with words
Words become things and things become words
Our reality is an illusion, it begs questions
The very fiber of our being calls out for charity and meaning
Ideas are born out of experience, perception, capacity, and ability
Freedom is an idea of self expression
Liberty is something that is given by another
This concept of right and wrong are delusions
What is right and just to one is absurd to another
To judge another as wrong is a reflection of your programming and indoctrination
We are just one of a billion cultures
A mere spec on the face of infinity
Our search for meaning will end in death
We stand at the edge of the abyss
We cry out to the void; our voices unheard
Where is the Savior, these angels, these demons
Come and show yourself; come out of the deep
My words swallowed by this machine
My spirit crushed; my soul longing
My body quivers with disgust because I know that I am nothing but food for worms
© APRI BROADCASTING NETWORK 2016
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