Melodic Vernacular For A New Age

                 



                     Living the lie we tell ourselves, our souls dwindle like the grains in a hourglass, and our minds grow ever more diluted by the actions of our fellow man. To win the war against ourselves we must unite against our greed and disparity and join in a singular cause, which is our own survival. The gifts of humanity are great and the strengths we posses are insurmountable, when will we know the power we hold in our hearts, when will we see the reflection standing before us. We live to work in this world and money is the ultimate reward for our actions, these paper credit cards will one day destroy us, and all who once saw us as the bright and vibrant children that once walked this earth. But fear not young earth folk, for the battle has not yet been won. I once wrote a phrase down on a sheet of paper that spoke of this and in one sentence it said all that was needed, TO FIND THE LINE HIDDEN BY THE SANDS OF TIME WE MUST FIRST BIND THE THOUGHTS OF YOURS AND MINE TO TURN THE TIDE AGAINST MANKIND. Truly this speaks of the grace and wisdom we once had but in our own mind's we lost this line and covered it with the sands of time, the only way to defeat the darkness of us is to come together and think beyond ourselves, maybe then when the selfish nature of our greed is gone we may find everything that we have lost in this realm and reclaim it for our world. A change is coming for this world and everyone who lives among it, this time will be filled with great darkness and pain, but only in the dark can we profoundly see the light. their are few among us with light inside ourselves enough light to shine a path into the dark, each path may be different but each end is the same, when all the lights meet at the end of the journey they will create the great light which will cast out the dark.   LET US HOPE FOR THE FUTURE OF OURSELVES.


    "The Stoned Apprentice"