Have you searched for the answer you hide
Don’t mean to dwell, but not a help to yourself, of material wants
So vivid, so sure, are you?
This world is yours?, to rule?, my skin turns cold of hubristic values
Sending a postcard from my mind
A nations band, driven by birthright?, driven by sin, by naked flesh
End your cries, before you come forever god sized, a passion for immortality, a quantum nectar
Inherit will, adopt and obey
Deliver you, breathe deep
Never leave, of the only certain, true ambition of life is death.
Ian V. Seymour ©2012