The prince of power

My father is king creator of all there is, was, or ever has been.  
Mother and father are one of the same, to find substance in this truth you must travel within.
Let go of fear and traverse down a uncertain path.
Each start a taste of amnesia buried memories of any past.
The vibration translucent but a pinch of dispare.
Solitary delirium strangers in and out of the tare.  
Mental facalties at war, subdued with but a sound.  
Frequency weapons, feudalism, a media of mass destruction lies and fear spread all around.
Blind and ignorant once protectors, now executioner, vaccination, child abuse, russian roulette.
Aphonic are the children attatched with thread, dancing by marionette.
The oppressors behind the strings believe that they will subjugate.
There motives are in vein and miscarried thoughts can not manipulate.
We must light up the dark and conquer all the fear.  we take away there food there starvation will soon  be near.