The following is born as tribute to Edgar Allan Poe's "The Masque of the Red Death". It seems quite fitting for the times we are living in. "Sometimes people don't want to hear the truth because they don't want their illusions destroyed" Friedrich Nietzsche ----------------------------------------------------------------- Blessed is death; I do not fear it Enigmatic, dark, majestic Like a parental figure it comes Separating us from "mother earth" Ripping us from her soils Taking us back to the eternal womb Where we rest awake until its time to dream again Once more Gaia claims us But there is a "Con" lurking in the shadows Fools are we, delirious and naïve To believe this spherical path is all there is With its pains and its pleasures "Unconditional Love" that rips us apart in life and in death Oh Red Death; magnificent you claim to be Yet your cruelty I have seen Mask made of wax, sorrows and sins Tonight you find shelter behind candles You hide and find refuge among the shadows Shadows within light Light within shadow Nothing but an intertwined fate Where those sleep seek to find peace Yet those who face the abyss know it isn't real Are we not divine fire caged in skin? I seek to transcend yet Maya keeps me locked Like a blind man I walk around Among the fabric of this place Among the darkness comes Red Death Silent it comes to meet me To the ballroom together we shall go We shall meet and greet all guests Tonight we shall drink and shall party! I look around for my kind I see "wise men" and "intellectuals" Fashionable enlightened artists Doctrine mixed with the divine What a circus of life! Where are the warriors of today? High and low I search yet my kind isn't here No Warriors; no integrity in their wars! There are only pencils and promises of peace How can they know anything about this? They hide behind curtains of courtesies and false pleasantries There is not time to waste The grains of sand are running out I implore the warriors "please wake up and emerge" The ones who understand the "Old Code" Where false ego dies instead of rivers of innocent blood I look around this fancy room with all its delights I keep searching for those warriors eyes I scream yet my voice falls silent to their ears Where is the honor of men these days? That you shall let your life pass you by As life leaves you, you'd rather face regrets Regrets fill your soul yet you will not fight What would this fight be? What battle, what enemy? Is it not just yourself? It all starts with you my friend For you are the "Philosopher's Stone" Accept this and the enemy without can't hurt you Let us face the enemy within Not your shadow but your foe The dark mask of hypocrisy Oh but you tremble at the idea of seeing your lies fall Who will you be if you would allow yourself to be free? But freedom is not for the weak Face yourself for you and your brothers are sleep Possessed by the dark force of "kind" illumination While you "sleep" the beasts around are gathering They dress themselves in white to play this game of chess But the game has changed Colors of freedom are now monopolized A game that keeps you entertained You are blind but you are well fed False pleasantries and illusions Empty promises and false conclusions You are being stuffed to the gills For that you've given up your freedom Yet you are the main course in their feast Their masks are more sinister than what you can see Their actions colder than ice They offer death dressed in silk garments Their torture painful yet slow It is our choice to feed or not the happy beasts But you've got to be willing to face and embrace yourself Are you willing to die inside and be reborn? Are you willing to wake up from this sick fantasy? Restore your mind and spirit Awaken to protect your true self from the devastation which now surrounds us, What other option do you have? You either wake the inner warrior to fight Or you remain the animal being tenderized for the feast We are but innocent creatures being slayed by parasites In this mirage of a party everything has been served There is nothing left but to serve you the poison drink A liquor which will seduce and dominate you On their plates you shall lay nothing of you will be left But before dying you shall see their mask melt Red Death shall look at your eyes They shall see your pain You will see their pleasure That will be the end of you No mercy will be given That is how this party ends unless...you decide to awake!