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I hear the echoes of arrival...

the sound propagates in the room,

filling it with the cacophony

of wasted lives...

so many lives,

so many lives,

So many dreams!

wasted.

They will gather and plan,

meticulously unfolding,

the faith of many

in the hands of the few

And they will analyze...

rooted on illusion

with their crippled egos,

pouring with grandiosity and exuberance

How  the oppression will play out.

Blindfolded,

Blindfolded in a veil of Maya.

The rotten perfume

intoxifies the room

as they settle down

and draw their suitcases.

The messiah has a plan

and the plan doesn't include you,

the makers of Your God have decided

to withhold the keys to

preserve luxurious desires.

Still Blindfolded,

Blindfolded in a veil of Maya...

Quiet!!

So...it begins...

I hear the dropping lines of

the pompous discourse yet...

I can't decipher a single line.

Listen...

They still talk...yet nothing is said..

Nothing is decoded from their mouth

nothing sounds...

human...

they dwell to speak but all I hear...

are Swines...

All swines...

After all this fanfare of aesthetics,

the fancy shoes, the fancy cars, manners, watches, ties

and even socks!

All that I could ever get from these deranged maniacs is...

The swine dialectic.