Ghost cloaked in shadows

Host Broken Battles

Re(Creation)

They Parallel hope in open battles

Close and Narrow

(Closer, shattered. Touching beauty

Languishing under superstitions

Closer, shattered. Backwards mirrors.)

WHAT IS YOR TRUTH

Every figment was produced by an all thinking image

Given the right environment empires end

Liars mired by higher men? No. Higher thinking

Keep your third eye blinking

Unstoppable, What you know. From below proffer the impossible

History’s a fictive Anecdote/Antidote

What will it be? Knowledge or Belief?

Focus on the closest locus that makes the most potent hocus pocus bogus

Overdoses of no-doses caught us in collective comatoses

Prognosis: Action or Hopeless. Know this. Mind power imposes

Stasis when it closes, an oasis when its open more

Like the fallopian corridor nine months before Jehovah was bore

What are you hoping for? Look in your broken core

Find truth to create that open door