March 25, 2024

Hesse, "Formal tasks within the codes

of thoughts you have learned,"

experiencing an over whelming anxiety,

the horror of accepted consequences

from actions deemed fruitless for the 

rich see only in the eyes of profiteering

from the sacrifice of innocence, this

plague of money interests and the sour

smell of ones redundant voice, criticizing

demanding evasion, silence at the

monstrosity of actions destroying lives to

satisfy wall street and the criminal minds

that parade around high fiving each other

after another business gains power by

selling of pieces of a good company they

took over to destroy for fun and cash so 

they can move on to the next high priced

scams destroying peoples income and life

fatigue in his thoughts, his purpose found, 

yet being human, a physical body it needs

movement thought and intuition, prayers,

sacred words that speak a new language

of words that enter hearts and turn them 

cold and above the masses of the forlorn

ones seeking a place to live without fear

of evil spreading over this tiny planet soon

to perish in the war of nuclear waste,

their intuitive reasoning for they have 

broken the bonds of the intellects redundant

nature, the lies streaming outward