WAR.

"I don't write for the future, I write about the future."
-Eyedea

Don't let the past dictate your actions,
or put yourself in to a sink or swim pattern.
Time is change that applies to all matter.

But not matter controlled by future self complex, guided by the media through the excess,
Listen to your mommy, she's taken the test, She get's her news from the best of the best. She shares her views with the rest of the rest of the silent majority, now come and confess, your time is abnormally passing you by as your inner eye closes to the thought of any more of this passive materialist lifestyle in sight.

But the past is so consistent when you've always been had.
Born a slave, to a slave, We are all lower class
The information beast says things are going bad.
We need more of Uncle Sam and Great Uncle Baghdad,
Mexico to Canada no borders, just highways.
You thought E.Coli was bad just wait 'til it's my way.
You think the national debt is sad just wait until the weight of the world is on our back.
Not that the bankers won't collect a fat check, made of valuable resources and dominant threats. This is the Military Industrial Complex, The almighty power who create disasters and threats out of ignorance like fish into nets.
No one notices what happens to war vets, who get chewed up by the system and spit out nervous wrecks with no right to bare arms and no idea what comes next.

The beast slips through time using corporations as vessels until the world is one, then it's all in good fun in the name of the Son, Jesus returns and tells us all to run.


This is when The Illuminati will reign down hell.
In the name of Global Warming and the dry wells.
Neither of which are necessarily happening, still
It will be justified unless you provide the will
A reason to live besides an excuse to kill.
For the comfort you seek is no where else.
They'll tell you nothings like America, except Heaven of course.
And nothing works like the products they endorse.
Like a big brand new red white and blue
Sarcophagus in your living room, your tomb.
It's in your kitchen too, in fact every bed room
It's toxic, killing me and you.
It's made of right angles and dogmatic views.
It's cancer in the form of affordable foods.
There's no music in those catchy tunes,.
Just dance to the beat of your own doom.

The alternative being breaking through and seeing you for who you would be assume you could be something despite the problems that seem to add up no matter how much you do. The issue lies in how you do, not what you do, the things that kill your environment kill you so in essence just create more than you consume and you're that much closer to balance with whats true.

Thank you,
Asa.