Mm.. Vibing All Over You In The Absence Of Time

Are we heading in the right direction  
Individuals in lines with sleeves rolled up, marching to our death with no liberal protection  
Atheists and God-fearing bodies, doctrine of belief no one truly knows  
When it’s all said and done only one way for the soul to go
Cremation or an eulogy, tears in remembrance, six feet under, as the wind softly blows  
 
It is not in my repertoire to yield or entertain the yokes of other’s superficial minds  
Humanity is about, wise choices, bad decisions, and the next breath we inhale on the Creator’s time  
 I am the master of healing  
The conductor with equations, calculations, numbers, to profess life is all about who is best at concealing  
Cosmic guidance to advise you’re the benediction of your sacred temple there is no blueprint of you  
Feed it well with spiritual knowledge and organic harvested food