There be a god if just pure
Imagination it was that spurred
On the hearts desire to be
More than life’s beat keeping
Track of times elision as
Into the future we see that
Deception of death and set
About it’s ankles as fleas
Annoyed with their keeper
And giver of life the dog
And still we progress to that
Deception of acquisition
That would have our thoughts
Sleep soundly for another
Thousand years deaf to the
Cry’s for release and recognition