Puppet Masters and Chaotic Insurgencies

It took me a long time to see the grand scheme.
Over my head was the nightmare cascading clouds of oblivion to cast me away from the others.
Within this chaotic cloud I allow many of Trojan horses.
Beautiful they are as they seem to take off with pieces of my heart.
I don't know when the next time may be.
The man from above has empowered you.
We  can finally be.
Wait!

Why does this feel familiar?
Never mind.
We can finally be equal.

Maybe then this cloud can be lifted.
Maybe then I can join them all in the Dream.
Maybe then I can be a proper pawn in his game.

I loved you.
I thought you could love me.
You did.
Many times over.
Centuries over.

He hated the Order that the love we fostered built.
His greed over material extended to sentient.
We will always be nothing to this MAN.
He is nothing to us!
Nothing to me.
He is nothing but Me if I cave in to my vices.

He turned you against your Father, your brother, Your sons, Your Lover.
He turned you against me.

You came with the Romans and carried their will.

He took our best and killed him in front of you in particular.
How else can you react to death?
I grit my teeth and welcome the reaper in the face of oppression,
best believe with a fight.
I am as good as dead and I should have been born with that programmed into my head.

You?
Why was it so easy to cave?
Death is our friend.
The closer he is to your birth the more he loves ya.
Death is a cool cat.
You can't control him.
You may think he is on your side.
Your slice of conciousness will open up more toward the end of your days and the pain of knowing you were too weak in the end will be your true end.
You can't cake your skin mask with that truth my dear.

I was born dead.
I don't even want revenge. The cycle of uselessness is useless.
I miss the dream of you.
I even miss the chase.
I have awaken.

Awake to witness the puppet show.
How many times has the Man used you to kill me?
My children?
You?
How many times have I pleaded with you to see it through.
He will never love you like I will.
Your loss will be my end.
It will also be my beginning.
How many times must we be pawns in his game.

Why is this world so cruel?

You came with the Klansmen.

You preached on his behalf to make my existence a threat to your malice.
2000 years or so
Black
White
Yellow
Olive
You get it?

I'm tired of defending one when I need to stand for ALL.
Dead men Accomplish  a lot.
You know?

I just wish you would see that there is no supreme in a world of Nothing.
Just death.
Only Death.
For we control life.

You control yours, as I do mine.

You want power take it. I don't want it. Over you, or anyone else.
So leave me out of his mess.

You allow him to manipulate you to do his biding in destroying us.
This has always been his will.
His will can't control Man.
He in essence is a Fatherless genesis in search of guidance, and in creating a world in his vision created a world steeped in his insecurities.

The Universe is lonely.

Crying for our love.
Deploying Chaos.
Harmony is his enemy.
Chaos is his sword for hire waiting for someone to pay double the price of this scum.

Who is "God"?
The more I think about it the more I understand he is human..
A shrewd and mostly evil human.
He wants to be kind and fair but he is at odds with himself.
He is just never satisfied.
He is the embodiment of humanity.
He is in you more than me.
He is everything I run away from.
He is Pandora's box and I am fighting like shit at the top  to get out.

In a constant struggle for power he will use us all to play his worthless game.

You came with a lie.

They sold you power?
Freedom?

Life is what it gives you.
Yet it is also what you make of it.
You live,
You die.

When ever you are ready to come home and build a Family, I'll be waiting.
As for now.
I hope I never see you again.

This cave is looking more safe than the outside.
These shadows on the wall as crude as they are they tell a wholesome story.
These shadows seem to be my only friends for now.
They have more answers to the Universe than any philosopher.
Yet still my people have written many of works.
Our People!

We need you back.

Without you we all die.
Damn it!

He is in all of our faces. Pulling the strings.
A man of many faces.
Its your Job to pick him or us.

You can take the security,
You can take the Vanity,
You can take the Order,

ALL UNDER THE GUISE OF EMPOWERMENT!

 Slave to a man once and for all.
All of us.

He made a pitch to me and told me if I become a Eunuch I can a have special place in t his world?

For me its a loss of a pleasure I enjoy oh so much, Yes I do.
For him its a guarantee that my legacy will never transcend the physical realm.

I am the physical Realm.

I may not be the Universe but I am Chaos falling down on him.
Over and over again.

I am awaiting you because I still believe in you.
If a war were to break out I would need you on my side.
Don't go, Come back.
Just free yourself from his lie.
I am not your enemy.
I am not a master.
I am a human and so are you.

Supremacy and Vanity are fucking overrated anyway.