Destroying yourself in hopes of creating false wealth! Indigenous stealth usurping the Earth then restoring it's health, "They" put themselves on the highest shelf as fancy glass ornaments with a trickledown effect, here I am however with nothing but time to reflect over their supposed omniscient transcendence and yet they love their material possessions!?

But I cut it down! Then I strut around the totem that I "stole" from the wood! I sit on top like I should!

As the Eagle i finally appear to be regal, flying around illegal does not mean immoral tying you down as we quarrel for the good of the floral of the ground and the choral of the sea which if you can see that really means the betterment of the world that we be!

Trying to see clearly but everytime I wipe my eyes I become blind from leaving behind oily grime!

The residue my hands secret is black and unclean on account of the acts that I commit being obscene! I would've tried to intervene to put an end to your schemes, I still might because at night I have dreams!

I take a drink a from the stream, lift up my eyes soon to recognize the world unfolding before me! From the mist it is dissolving! It leaves the energy revolving around my body recalling all of the ancient memories within me!

Some say malevolence is becoming, so I ask them, "but what are you becoming?"
Taking a look in the mirror is quite telling! Foretelling the future for a world left blind! In the fog we see clear, all in due time!

The glass cracks as your hands touch it's sand a golden frame is frayed as the compassion in your reflection is replaced with entropy!
Just turn around and walk away! Surely it is death that you seek if you choose to stay!? There will be no rest for the weak nor the dreary!

Under "their" control there's an ever increasing death toll!

A marching army of trolls plan to take over our world but stand for nothing when facing God's army of angels lead by the Pharaoh!

United we stand fighting for this land, from inside a prison we are not trapped! You think you can hold me down and throw me around? But I grab you by the throat and I choke you out with my fist, my grasp, around your head, I'll crush your skull and leave you dead! Motherfucking Rothschild doesn't mean a thing when he comes face to face with the Creator of Him!