Collared is the dog of goya

I can hear the echo of my souls scream
When the light of revelation voided
Like tinnitus swarms
The sand dunes hum a mystics dirge
As belief wains in candle light
Falter not in your faithful mantra
While Dante's hell breathes down your neck
A gift of wishes granted no longer native
Goya's dog now a fitting memory
Beautifully designated symbolism
Misunderstood pre-tense
Shabby in robes drying
David's star tilts
Spot the wide eyed idolatrous
With laser sighted insurgence
Indulging piety
Pity to the all which fights itself
I've ate snails from burning bonnets
Watched plastic mask the face of sleepers
Picked the feathers from a dead birds wings
Dug the graves of numbered souls
Forgot the name of every victim
Fed the worms and tended the daisies
Made reefs of hair
And wrote notes by tallies
I've broken people up
Then broke people down
While pretending to help
I've gained their trust just to break it
I've made people love me
To leave them alone and obsessed
Ruined career's, businesses, relationships, homes, families, life's, beliefs
Orchestrated addiction, violence, rapists, suicides, murders, breakdowns, thefts
Ive seen god and thought myself above it
I've seen what came before it
I know the futility of eternity
And the collective birthplace of possibility
I've seen the chaos that is the source
Knowing the subtle balances fade
Morality nothing more than constructed
An evolutionary necessity
For a fetal society
A new born concept in an infinity of change
Swaying on borrowed notions of time
Just energy for transference
Honour might lead to mortal rebirth
The drag of obliging Gaia's chains
Tractor beamed spirit looping till gone
May your scriptures bury notions
That anything more than fantasies exist
As the sigil maker scars the gateways
By reflecting prime from faded essence
Distill hatred's immaterial base
Lacking promise for naught certain
I've caught my breaths through exultation
As frosted nebula in amber sheath
To find what codes remained unspoken
From wheezing dedication
The science at the tip of a blistered tongue
Intuition permeating the barriers
Worship in the loss of life
Might these words stain your dreams
For in astral planes you'll stumble
Over the discourse of subconscious points
Till as prompted in subtlety
You'll float where led, lacking in ability
In sleep you are like plankton
Drifting through an ocean blindly
Whilst mastered souls solemnly seek
All guides, some to peace some to chaos
See the steps I place before you
As signs you are progressing along the path
Away from the safety of a common vessel
A true self is shown naive and innocent
Unaware of its existence beyond waking
Placidly wofting through the planes
In gulfs of pastuerised emeralds
Might your soul breath deep
The wake of passed dreamers conversion
Your body now comatose
As your I starts to sink
Deeper into the cyclical all
From which it shall be recycled
Your body now just a body
A body with no you
Energy released sustains astral form
Upcycling the wasted potentials
I am the ending that comes
When you start to understand
There's been too many Christ's
Now martyrs
Messiah's thin the stock
Shepherded into new age science's
Like flies to the corpse of God
On the journey to paradise
Savour the trial of hounds
For beyond angles behind curves
I stalk the common path