On this, All Souls Night,
Even the dead may cry at the torture of Mother Earth
Perpetuated by big business
Destroying its beauty for the sake of profit.
Who shall answer their Mothers call
And save her from her tortured plight
(and long distance charges)
Thou must rise up and take notice
The War of Attrition has begun,
And the dead have nearly infinite
Amounts of soldiers at their disposal.
Remember the dead on this night,
And honor their memory
With the Fight
to protect Our Mother
from whose womb we were cast
into the realm of perdition and existence
to learn the dangers of life and death
and to Master both.
For it is in the mind-bending spell of existence
That we learn to survive life, and defeat death
As we strive for the Eternal Light at the End of the Tunnel,
Which seems so far away.
Some say that opening your mind
And listening to the symbolism of
The Great Ones is an act of madness
But only those willing to fully submit to them
Are able to gain the enlightenment to understand Them.
I cast my gaze of consciousness away from the mundane
And enter a world many speak of
But few know.
That which great writers spoke of
Lands of Elves and Angels
Dwarves, Dragons and Magick.
I enter a world entirely different
From the one that I left
Stepping through the wardrobe of reality
Only this isn't Narnia.