What space these hordes does come?
Too many now to tame,
Why are they here, where from?
You find them hiding in their minds,
In their dark insanity,
Behind their shuttered window blinds,
Why are they here?
What space where from again I ask,
And they are everywhere I fear,
Did their universe explode?
Who would that piper be?
Who played that raucous note?
This God so great they follow,
That tune he plays as though,
With flute his seeds would sow,
This God a body has and mind,
Though gratification made him blind,
His seed, made many of his kind,
His ego he would follow,
And reproduce a graphic hollow,
Of two made one and many more to follow,
I searched so long to find his name,
But in darkness would he hide,
And too, an ego giant had to tame,
His greatness came from sin of mind,
Gratification made him blind,
And now there are, so many of his kind,
So many there are now my friend,
And on making more they’re will is bend,
Their procreation has no end,
This God, his first name EGO,
His second now you know,
His third, the seeds he’d sow,
Not outer space he came but inner,
His untamed demons made him sinner,
How could he be a winner?
His own survival is now doomed,
He will be by his seed consumed,
That so richly multiplied and bloomed.
©04/03/2009
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Georg