Riding the pony of cleverness,
troubles you shall encounter,
For your very own, deceitfulness.
Shrouds you from knowing
that truth is never growing.
Instead you are stuck to the saddle,
unable to dismount.
For to do so, would mean
you've been foolish
and the travelled path does not count.
Better it seems to charge forth,
cover your tracks and stay in the head.
From there your words enter
your sisters,brothers and innocent lovers.
How much better it is to pretend
your just clever like no other.
But your phantom partner
is closer than you care to think.
Whispering orders you call
your very own thoughts.
His mission is to keep you trotting
unaware your life is rotting.
Anything goes to keep your eyes closed.
Your worst enemy is hiding within.



As long as you don't stop.
He is destined to win.
Stealing your life,
until your final breath.
Then once again
we all must begin.

eliberocelta jan2012

Sounds religious to me.

You might be in the wrong section. though I really dont see any conspircay at all

great words.

People are too busy fighting against doctrined tyranny, all the while wasting their lives away for fiction that is not them nor meant for them. Thats what I got out of it anyways.

damn those boogeymen.