Wrath Of Time

man has been tormented mercilessly
ever since we began tracking time
the foolish illusion of keeping it
how we have paid dearly
dearly deep and ironic
since time shows no interest in keeping us
he cares not for our perceptions
our desperate need for him
no this father cares not
nary a thought is spent upon us
for he carries on
on unto his own throughout the ages
ages we have created
what massicists we must be
to create such a thing
such a thing thought to be mastered by man

time is god and god is time
both are ghosts you see
such wretched creatures
wretched and sad
to create the very illusions that control us
like the moon holds sway the tide

it is our mother that should haunt our dreams
yes she is the one ever plotting revenge
revenge for our betrayal and sadistic impulses
some have called it nature
but make no mistake
we are an extention of our mothers greed
a need for herself
once that need is either met
or neglected long enough
we will go by way of the dinosour
perhaps to become fossils examined by her next selection

we are simply part of her metamorphosis
our mother earth is like most of mankind
not many can hold a butterfly in the palm of their hand
and resist the urge to crush it
just when all is seemed erased of us
when "time" has seemed to have forgotten
rain will fall
waters will rise
and she will unearth our tombs
like splinters beneath the skin