Echoes Of Arrival

I hear the echoes of arrival...
The sound propagates in the room,
Filling it with the cacophony
Of wasted lives...
So many lives,
So many lives,
So many dreams!
Wasted.

They will gather and plan,
Meticulously unfolding,
The faith of many
In the hands of the few
And they will analyze...
Rooted on illusion
With their crippled egos,
Pouring with grandiosity and exuberance
How the oppression will play out

Blindfolded,
Blindfolded in a veil of Maya

The rotten perfume
Intoxifies the room
As they settle down
And draw their suitcases

The Messiah has a plan
And the plan doesn't include you,
The makers of Your God have decided
To withhold the keys to
Preserve luxurious desires

Still Blindfolded,
Blindfolded in a veil of Maya...

Quiet!!

So... It begins...
I hear the dropping lines of
The pompous discourse yet...
I can't decipher a single line

Listen...

They still talk... yet nothing is said...
Nothing is decoded from their mouths
Nothing sounds...
Human...
They dwell to speak but all I hear...
Are Swines...
All swines...
All swines...

After all this fanfare of aesthetics,
The fancy shoes, the fancy cars, manners, watches, ties
And even socks!
All that I could ever get from these deranged maniacs is...

The Swine Dialectic.