The Time has Come to burn the Stage

To open lids that bear the weight
Draw the blinds of heavens gate
The freedom of the soul at stake 
Map divides and rides the fate
With open fire and open raids
Different masters gather slaves
Lines crossed and lives lost
To pay the boss of HollowCost 
Build the golden cage of WAN
The Magic Sigil mocking Man
Future timelines spreading thin
On tangled drives that hardly spin
Fiery flames that speak in tongues
Crimes of war on old and young
To bind the hands and steal the land
Lock the grid with invisible bands
The frequencies provoke the nodes
Grid of lies and spoken codes
And human minds on overload 
Close the blinds as I~s implode
The marionettes dance and sing
Bars and towers ping and ping 
The cells and souls of everything 
Splintered by the tyrant kings
Mind is fractured and mined for ore
Is tied in twine and torn some more
Prism sanctions and signals of war
Guard the hearts that swim to shore  
Electric shock as flocks are fed 
Fence of fire as bodies are bled
In majestic hues of blue and red
Magnetic murder in the marriage bed
Fields manipulated by deoxy lies
The earth is scorched far and wide
Herd is ushered back inside 
Is hushed and censored and left to die
Murdered by masters trapped in the game 
As disaster manufactures by flood and flame 
Foundations that crumble and tumble again
Built from the bones and the burdens of men 
For a new infrastructure to trap the souls
Smart cars and dumbed down roles
Cities built upon wiped files of the old
In virtual prisons  as decisions unfold
A new catechism for the new hybrid minds
Stupid little lies for the deaf and blind
Game is reset as the players decide 
Whose spirit will remain trapped inside 
Time for the sovereign to reclaim the throne 
Has to be done by the Self Alone
Come to your senses and reMember your oath
To be a beacon of beauty and truth
Burn in the fire of initiation and seed
The holy secret of hearts that bleed
Stage has been set lights have been dimmed
..::::…the Story is a glorious Trick of the Lens…:::..

Charleen Johnston 
1-8-25

(First word in each line makes a fractal of my rhyme)

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