The Genesis Sting

No begging!
There is no mercy.
The time is now,
it has arrived,
our darkest hour.
I call on Light,
creator of power,
to shine for us now
and show us The Way,
and give me the words
to mean what I say

Causing a creation of chaotic confusion,
and blinded by an unsurpassed profusion ,
of lies!
of deceit!
of death and extinction!
We are all caught in the web of a massive,
and hysterical delusion.
Living an insanity
of fighting for peace.
Let us fuck for virginity,
it's fun trying to at least!

We're sorry! We're sorry!
We did not know,
that the good are always the first to go.
That the grapevine of secrecy and lies,
it's seeds were sown
with creation's first sighs.
That what is bad,
is instead good.
That what is wrong,
is actually right.
That the opposite is true,
and that now it is crucial
to trust our insight.
We must realise
that there is no redemption,
that deception and lies
only add to confusion,
and that it is fantasy,
not godly insight,
to feel that we ever can
fight a good fight

We're sorry! We're sorry!
We did not question.
We swallowed them whole,
each and every suggestion.
Absolving ourselves
claiming we could not know,
reaping the harvest,
and failing to sow.
But in our defense,
we were so young,
when yarns were told
and tales first spun,
round the stories of
genesis creation.

And we were warned,
right there and then,
not to love the false gods
of our imagination.
That there is only the One
omnipotent,
all knowing,
maker of creation,
and bringer of destruction.
Yet genesis
even there it tells us.
It is not the ONE!
No!
But that You God,
You are many

So who are You exactly?
I dare it!
I'll ask
Are you the One
behind the mask?
Or simply a minion
with an agenda
and a task.
A task to mislead?
A task to enslave?
Or simply driven by lust,
driven by envy,
and by the power of your love
of all that is sloth
and all that is greed?

Are you the Dark One
masquerading as Light,
silently chuckling,
as you witness our plight?

Where is She?
SOPHIA
Can you hear?
I call on you now,
come closer, come near

See this child of yours,
He's run amok with our fears,
He is arrogant Sophia,
even after all these years.
He bids us forget You,
who is above and within,
enslaves us with dogma
to see only Him

And we are guilty Sophia,
guilty as sin,
of meekly complying
generation on generation.
But bring us Light,
tho' we don't deserve it,
I beg of You please
shine your torch
for all to see.
Lift the veils
from their eyes,
open their minds,
and give your strength to them
to protect their hearts.
Because...

They couldn't do it Sophia,
could they?
Your bastard children
who loved the dark arts.
They couldn't create us,
tho' they tried repeatedly
to fake us.
In your image they desired us,
but they toiled in vain.
We were vacuums then,
no soul, no heart,
a void without spirit,
impossible for life to start.

He gave us soul Sophia.
And in secret,
it was you Sophia,
who whispered
and gifted us spirit.
You left us Eve,
your mirror and his image.
But They knew Sophia,
They knew right away!
That with You within,
we would be greater than They.
With malevolent methods
They made us their slaves,
misdirected and lied
about how we were born
and where we came from.

Wearing a guise
of goodness and light,
envy and evil
have twisted our sight.
And they don't even hide,
or have to try hard.
They do it with ease,
taunting us daily,
with an innovative tease.
Right in the script
of that cursed 'good book',
one minute will prove it
for those who dare look,
'Thou shalt not kill',
there in black and white,
beside tales of incest, torture,
and regular genocide.
In the name of right?
Contradiction on contradiction,
used to justify,
years of conflict ,
and years of war,
in the name of God?
Not the One I saw.

We need a god of love,
not a god of fear.
Listen Sophia,
I implore you to hear,
give us your light,
and bring us all near.
Open the eyes
of prophets and seers.
Let them listen now,
those who have ears,
to feel you heal,
and heed your call.

Your bastard children,
who call themselves Gods?
We can love them too,
when the trumpets of judgement
make their call.
When They face you Sophia,
those Gods of yours,
who came from you
when envy was born.
They thought They were masters
and rulers of All,
and then They saw you, Sophia,
who brought Their downfall.

And did They make good Sophia?
For their arrogant sins?
Only You can decide,
You are Their kin.
And while we observe
You awaken within,
our spirit released,
we realise sin.
Feeling your power,
each one linked in.
Morphogenic theory?
Let me see....
one of these labels
will do it for me.
Universal consciousness?
Maybe Jung had it,
when he realised,
in spirit we are ALL,
and we are all telepathic!
That chaos can be toyed with,
simply using the will,
and words do have power
of mind,
and of magic,
to bind us in spirit,
to bind us in soul,
to bind us together,
once and for All