Apocalypse Seizures

Feverish fears alight in 'dawn's new gaze',
What is to become of
this revolution we contemplate?
The drugs in our systems that free our thoughts,
Give us meaning and expose our faults.

The shackles we live in,
Our acceptance of preordained fate,
Not by God but by a mortal's affairs of state,
Is that all we live for?
To walk in pre-established files?
Is one's life so worthless
and this resistance a crime?

I want the 'richness'
written in all its overwhelming forms,
To live within the true realm of God
outside our apartheid norm.
The asylums we were promised,
voided by the demons we mourn,
Flaw in humanity's evolution,
the cliches carved on our tombstones.

To the sunshine child who thrives in this world,
Won't you taste my darkness
and make its optimism known?
There is far more to this side
than your kinfolk can see,
A vast ocean of spirituality
that makes me what i be.

So look within dear sunshine child,
And appreciate the pure God given truths,
Understand yourself, find your peace,
So that one day soon you may
pledge your remains to the truce.

[Cluster VI]