The so called Gods
We are serving
Who concur with the cannonades
Millenia

To sacred texts
Subjugated
Slants and figments
The observant
Ear to the ground
Empowerment

Generator
The architect, our higher self
Not the joker
Who will profess to be master

The jokers who deflect
And devise a program
Intimate sovereignty
Game changer filigree

We stand to attention
To ordained narrations
That support disunion

I'm the creator of this reality (I'm the creator)
Not the joker who pretends a God to be (not the joker)

Manipulations
The fruits of the shadow are at play
Unearthed and exposed
The fruits of the ego are at play

I'm the creator of this reality (I'm the creator)
Not the deceiver who feigns the love of me (not the deceiver)

I'm stalking the shadow
The ordained narratives
From the high to the low
Waltzing the light within