Finito Velum Ex Dolo Malo (~the End Of The Fraudulent Veil~) Poem by Brian Mattern

Amniotic atmosphere, of birth and death alike.
Sustaining unpredictable, yet ever-present life.
Nothing has quite happened here, to cause the human flaw.
Still, paranoia thrives with pride, within a cage of harmful law.

Notice the outcome of past times gone forth.
Televised veilings of the traumatized earth.
Don't let it fool you, historical pride.
It's mocking how simply we've accepted to further a lie.

We cannot sustain this packaged and industrial system.
So I'm happy to help by taking my body quite out of the rhythm.
One less conscious ego to perceive the world as an endless bio-wasteland.
Just a place of encouraged high society, for only specific nations of man.

I am not my person, but a harbinger I am.
Be now selfless shepherds, seek out your stray and drowning lamb.
Though drift not into Babylon, or your flock is doomed for slaughter.
Keep away from man's hungry eye, for sheep are safer by clear waters.

The new world "order" trials, seem so healthy from the core.
Founded on not appreciating each use of elemental ore.
The old world rooted in "chaos" was bound to never last.
For who would want to cherish life and live without a caste?

A sarcastic tone can hit just the right nerve,
and stick to your spine to prepare for their curve.
For the devil will try to stop you with reason,
though it's based on the lie that your love is now treason.

No matter how the demons play their dealt out Royal Flush,
you'll have the sight to see their cheat and call their Moral Bluff.
So arm yourself with the harmonizing origins of thought,
and we'll begin to untangle the long-spun web from whence we all were caught.