Bucking the Greatest Myth

A bitter irony:

The world thinks it’s extremist, violent, radical — to want peace.

I don’t wanna kill on command, like soldiers do

when they’re told to wipe out complete strangers

in the name of a flag.

I wanna keep my own money, that I worked hard for.

Not stealing, but suffering — putting forth effort day after day.

I don’t want this money to support wars, or anything

I don’t consent to supporting.

Who have I harmed?

The weak argument comes back

from the brainwashed masses:

that I benefit from society, so I can’t opt out.

An admission they don’t believe in consent, but violence.

Even if one wishes to no longer receive society’s supposed

tax-paid benefits, they’ll still be hunted down.

You goddamn fucking psychopaths.

And when people are kidnapped for collecting rainwater

you know something’s wrong.

The October rain falls down.

I walk through the rice fields thinking:

What can it be? But a dream I made up to challenge myself?

But yet it remains real:

The bliss, the love, the tragedy, the horror

The cold indifference of this reality

When a good person dies

And a devil succeeds —

The inverse equation that they use to baffle your mind.

To tell you:

“There’s a God that hates you. And the devil is knowledge.”

And the greatest myth of all:

That people are inherently bad. When the cold reality is that

people are people

And when their needs are met

nearly all of them want to help each other.

It’s the devils at the bottom, claiming God,

that want us to fear each other, because it keeps them in power

If you wanna know who’s in power

find who you cannot question (Selah)

No omniscient being

No so-called benevolent leader

Will be scandalized if you question them

THIS IS NOT THE WAY OF LOVE

But of life backwards — evil.

The myth is that anarchy is chaos, but look:

“An-Arkhon” — literally just the lack of a ruler.

The myth, that the lack of a violent ruler

Means a lack of order…

While those who are said to keep order today

perpetually only create heartbreak, chaos, death, rape, and mass

tragedy.

I buck this system — and choose to feel my own heart.

There is no “Zion” for me. No Mecca or Satori as such.

The world is my oyster.

The world is my “temple.”

There are no “chosen people.”

Only brothers and sisters — and enemies —

who would wish to violate our divine right:

To own ourselves.

But enough of all this talking for now. I’m tired.

And there’s simple shit to be enjoyed.

That don’t leave room for any doubt or division

Amongst us kids

Here to feel it all

as much as we can.