Crazy Eight


Truism - Poem by Crazy Eight

Evolution won't take you closer to the spiritual compass
The potential of divine has been dragged and relapsed
Understanding components all that exists is pain and deceit
The medium is the new tantamount of what’s underneath
Macrocosm stained and plagued by lack of emotion
Nothing is rational amongst the eye of the storm and all of the commotion

Upside-down - Without order - Wrong side out - Overturned
Look backwards to look ahead
Our progeny ran wild now our progeny is dead

Upside-down - Without order - Wrong side out - Overturned
Look backwards to look ahead
Our progeny ran wild now our progeny is dead

Where have all of the heroes gone
What was right has all gone wrong
The macrocosm was more prominent in its youth
Millenniums later eight billon people less truth
Religions have lost their limpidly and their focus
Modified by mulish man who've lost their locus

Upside-down - Without order - Wrong side out - Overturned
Look backwards to look ahead
Our progeny ran wild now our progeny is dead

Upside-down - Without order - Wrong side out - Overturned
Look backwards to look ahead
Our progeny ran wild now our progeny is dead

Scientific empiricism
Fuels religiously motivated racism
Meaning always depend on the context
Scientific empiricism making tradition complex
Everything and everyone is moving so fast
You don’t even assent your future is now your past

Upside-down - Without order - Wrong side out - Overturned
Look backwards to look ahead
Our progeny ran wild now our progeny is dead

Macrocosm turned upside down
Macrocosm turned upside down
Macrocosm turned upside down
Macrocosm turned upside down

Upside-down - Without order - Wrong side out - Overturned
Look backwards to look ahead
Our progeny ran wild now our progeny is dead

Upside-down - Without order - Wrong side out - Overturned
Look backwards to look ahead
Our progeny ran wild now our progeny is dead

Upside-down - Without order - Wrong side out - Overturned
Look backwards to look ahead
Our progeny ran wild now our progeny is dead

Upside-down - Without order - Wrong side out - Overturned
Look backwards to look ahead
Our progeny ran wild now our progeny is dead


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 16, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 16, 2006


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