I often wonder with conspiracy theories abound
And new evidence of disinformation being found
What is truly reality in this material dream
There is so much complication to this Universal Intelligenct Matrix scheme
So much to do and so much to avoid ... paths across quick sand
Thin ice to break, massive sections of black ice we don't understand
So much our powerful consciousness must have manufactured ... through the ages
Flash floods and raging storms caused by vibrational rebound
All the testaments, all the manuscripts, scriptures ... all those pages
Tell me what have we really found?
This realm is a mastery way beyond our understanding
I comprehend we are not meant to recall its nature; its intention
That 'reality' was not to be included; exclusive to the planning
All traces; all memory of our point of origin before is gone
As it is meant; all as it has been designed for sure
All this supposition; all these theories; all the visualisations; all the theory
All the love; all the hate; all the famine; all the war
All that has been recored in the hard drive of the matrix ... all records of here
It is most surely software; hardware; computer technology ...
Nothing more.
