Nevaeh Poem by Vision Ghost

Descend upon me if not the light of all that is comprehension
Be in thought I may acknowledge in tears of this apprehension
Before the steps toward something I have no return like time
As is the killing of the future through this corrosion of prime
If these eyes are indeed windows then which side are you on?
Of the soul that encircles like flames around the centre of one

Like a black hole is in fact centred of the galaxy we encircle
Which maybe we can never see for the ever lasting miracle
Of live and birth, age and death that go so hand within hand
Rising only to never touch stars as we congregate this land
And gaze upon the transmissions of a world none of us agree
So thus when asked if technology or eyes are accurate to see?

If an angel descended would we be afraid and try to destroy
The same as if we would encounter new life in lethal convoy
That we fear a demon yet kill the angel, alien and each other
I sometimes wonder if equations are a primeval logic to offer
Of how we should have achieved when not implemented in war
Why resist change when in present day we always want more?

People will notice and smile to the baby yet never speak a word
To the mother who birthed the wonderment, something so absurd
As we fear the stranger of what might be but never yet proven
In endurance to the slavery of media hypocrisy and perversion
That we willingly endeavour to soak like the sands after rains
Speaking only in repetitions and somehow call it material gains

If our nature is to destroy why not invest in our need for pleasure
So when the people smile at the baby, they can somehow ensure
That what was the miracle of creation came from the want of desire
And not so much so the ever increasing appetite for death and fire
Why can’t we ever just allow ourselves to be like the flowers in rain?
Through seed and germination from stem and blooming colours gain

Or is the ignorance of all too strong coupled with resistance to accept
That if people tore away the chains of confinement and chose concept
Instead of face values and of judgements of the everlasting windows
That mirrored my soul in the judgement of ourselves and who knows
What we could find within ourselves, separating moral fact from fictions
So thus the stars we could reach without the hindrance and restrictions