Hell and the Handbasket.

I look, I see.
and I fail.
Around me things fall apart like crude sandcastles
washed away by frothing tides of corruption
leaving behind patriot acts,
empty promises, thickly vieled lies.
Homeland security.
Freedom is dead, and we let it die.
We watched with complacency and foolish trust,
as we were bundled into the handbasket
and shipped off to hell.
I look, I see.
Past the point of no return,
past the point where we have something to lose,
whatever we think we have, has already been taken from us.
Past the point of redemption,
past the point where a difference can be made,
wherever we think we are is an illusion.
Control, however, is subjective and perception based.
We may not be able to breath without someone marking down
and recording what we've been eating, smoking,
who we've been kissing and whether or not that's alright with them-
but this is not hell.
This is the handbasket.
The insubstantial layer of human strife and fruitless endeavor,
that keeps us from seeing the reality of the situation.
Past the handbasket.
Past the realm of our immediate perception.
This is hell.
We're there already.
Death is getting past it,
understanding is transcending it,
realizing the futility of it all is being free of it,
and finding that you and I, hell and the handbasket, is as fleeting and unreal
as a breeze on a hot day,
or a cool current in a sweltering ocean,
as the lives we live in this confusing, impure, convoluted world,
or the make-believe religions, contrived governments,
as the ludicrous conspiracies that go to such lengths,
to hide themselves
when in reality,
they are as petty and pathetic
as those they seek to control,
who really just control themselves.
By fearing control. Or vulneralbility.
If there's one thing that they can be credited for,
it is there ability to shroud and deceive...
but even that is a lack-luster acheivement granted that
humans are such easily confused animals.
God is a lie we beleive out of unconfidence.
Government is a joke that we've taken too seriously.
Death is the act of release,
understanding is the act of resolution,
and where ever the hell you chose to go with what your presented with after that,
THAT is when looking and seeing cease to be useless activities,
too much to ask from most,
but hey,
more room for me.
I can't wait to die.
So I can flip off the controllers who feel so powerful being powerless.
And leave behind both Hell and the Handbasket.
God and the Government.
I never loved either of you.