Inside of the lens, and so few realise it
A perspective not comprehended by the average of the herd
Who live their nine to five lives, smiling at debt
Because it is expected and it’s what everyone else endures ...
Never questioning, sitting in their armchairs and gazing at the silver screen.
Not realising the truth about life
Trusting that the scientist has got it right
Believing that the minister talks to the being in the sky
Watching the butchery depicted in all its glory
Believing the fight for eradication of terrorism, as it is stated
The insurgents defending their land ... seen by watching eyes as evil
They believe it completely, taken in by the imagery of the silver screen.
Lost in the anathema
Spinning round and round in the raptures of a dream
But because they feel it,
Their meagre lives are real ...
The words of the necromancer would be taken as lies
Rantings of a lunatic
Because
... if it were so
... the scientist would reveal on the silver screen
What have governments to gain feeding a lie to the likes of me
It makes no sense
... I prefer my ignorance
... my blindness ...
Few realise
... the truth when they hear it
The poisons have got to them
... from the food, from the water
Their minds are closed
Their consciousness is separated
They are little more than puppets on the gravy train
Slaves to the ruling families
... expendable and predictable ...
Unaware they are behind the lens
Within a complex software program
Not reality but a figment of imagination
Maybe, if they bravely ventured into the world of the necromancer
They would see what is really there
... in the realm of the dead ...
He has inklings of truth
Insights of what is beyond
Hearing fellow consciousness telepathically
Escaping the mortal net to become captured in another layer
Another zone in the complexity
But at least they can change the tapestry
They can flit from scene to scene ...
Still ruled by illusion
But aware the necromancer has the answer
Accept it isn’t real and endure its journey for however long
It is set to come to an end
Like any program
... it has a start and it has an end
It is looped
... because the players are ignorant
And the dolls have been separated by the dreamer
Given an awareness of their own ....
But the likes of I
Have come into the place behind the lens
With full awareness
Dreamer fully aware of the doll
Generating intention
So all will receive the revelation ....
The time of armchair ignorance is drawing to a close
The spell of the rapture is over
But it takes time to be dissolved
Listen to me
.... or not if you choose
... but you will in the end .......