"The Illusory Thought-forms that bring Destruction."

Stories once lived in the flesh...
Memoirs of a life spent, in the
making

Souls walking the streets,
thinking they're big time living...

But really ghosts walking;

Slowly fading, while another
sketching is ready to take
their place

Ambition, premonition; self-
acclaim that slowly predominates
our brains
Do we all want to know what
it is to that we're really slaves...

From the greatest to the least;

And the the, "Wolf on Wall Street,"
to the man that walks in the
shadows, whom most disdain if
by chance they meet...

Shackled by the chains of this
vanity of vanities, "Yes," it infects
indiscriminately, ferociously just
the same...

"EGO," self-conceit, self-centered
mentality that prohibits and makes
renders retrograde all advancements
that have been heretofore plied

Sure, maybe these deviations could
be useful to the world but any man
who says he has control of this
thought-form has already been
consumed, conquered and by witness
of himself has become the testament
of a lie