calloused

The heart of the earth.
The plan is to ascend.
Secret upon secret.
it's given personal, not generally.
Me not them.
Eyes open but we do not see.
Ever hearing but we do not hear...
  or understand.
What is wrong with this generation.
Our heart has become calloused.
I will open my mouth in parables.
I will utter things hidden since the creation of the world.
I shall wait for the end of the age pull me up harvesters angels.

  I am like a diamond when found.
You hid it again.
Visitation of my solitary place.
What goes in does not defile me
What comes out, that defile us.
Listen and understand.
I keep my mouth closed.
They will not say I said.
Please don't drag me to court.
Please don't drag me to join the panels.
Please don't drag me to the elders of the land.
What you say defines who you are.
listen and observe.
Don't tell em'..


thank you.


   love