Skulls And Bones Poem by Andy Wood

Layer upon layer of narratives
Tripping switches to new levels
Sickened and reeling with realization.
We are at the centre of it all.
Regulating, controlling, responsible.
We wrote all history.
We pulse through the arteries of civilization.
Regulating, controlling, responsible.
Deep at the core,
One light.
One eye.
Gods guiding hand
Touching our brows
Leading us towards salvation
Sons of light
Sailing through the night
Towards one brilliant morning of forever -
Death.