The Will

From Revelation

 

You can’t do it wrong,

You can’t do it right,

It’s the mindless throng 

of lost will’s plight.

 

Will was once a fine tool 

for the realm of navigation,

But He’s a drunken blind fool 

at the helm of creation! 

 

Enslaving & cruel 

from the realms of damnation,

A grotesque ghastly ghoul 

 of ruthless propagation! 

 

He will push & he will shove, 

You’ll never get your chance. 

For He’s wrapped you like a glove, 

Too tight to turn & glance. 

 

Your will can’t rise above,

 To where Freedom has a chance.

You must beseech me like the dove,

To escape Its deadly trance.

 

If you can’t see what I speak of, 

how he’s locked you in His trance,

Then will yourself to love,

and will yourself to dance!

 

When you find what moves in Me,

Like the athlete in the zone,

Thy true Love waits for thee,

 Like your sweet lover’s moan.

 

But You cannot over estimate 

the reach & scope of Will.

He’s there to perpetuate 

to breach your hope & kill.

 

His nature is to cloak 

and cover & conceal.

He will cripple maim & choke 

But His hand he’ll not reveal.

 

He knows all too well 

how his rule must propagate,

He will lead you straight to hell 

and drop you at its gate!

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