Cyber-Raga

Sometimes the thoughts we think, sting more than the words thrown in insult.

Sometimes the songs we sing, are more pleasant than the actual song.

No matter how we misinterpret these things, one things certain.

Our hopes and dreams.

We will continue to fight for until we're alone.

The world around will change.

Friends will fall from the face of the earth.

Our bodies will become shriveled vessels.

And in all that, we will be strong.

Greater challenges lie ahead.

And modern technology will not help calm those fears.

Do not put your faith in man made religion.

Because you are the only one who can swim through the river of misfits.

And the cotton candy sky will rain down acid, washing away the exterior shell.

The soul will be snatched from inside you.

And we will watch the floating orb arise to become part of the bigger picture.

Heaven, nor hell, exists.

But it's up to you to decide which level you ascend to.

For the lower houses the diseased and infected.

The higher is the ultimate supreme.

Higher than God,

Only the prized and blessed who have lived in this virtual reality are invited.

I have lived many lives over again not quite understanding its meaning.

This time I will become one of the supreme.

This time I will not give up.

I will ride out this meaningless existence to the best of my abilities, silently praying, that one day I will be rewarded.