Under the Curtain

What is it you see? Are you really looking? Do you see past the blinds, the bright lights, the distorted lines on the screen of life . . Or do you see what you see from your brules and enculturated rituals . . Are you listening to your soul or to the music of satanic minds playing oh so sweetly . . Are the the paths you praise that of elevation or that of a darker web that spins it’s tail around you as the unknowing host . . Are you in a dream . . or is it real . . Is it all so twisted you don’t recognize the masks . . the very ones you so innocently help build. Has this so called life been the mask beneath the mask? What say you of truth . . of traveling past the dark caves into the light . . Are you willing to expose the swamps and slay the monsters that lie within . . that take your last breath as it’s own . . or are you willing to live in the conformity of the so called truth laid upon you by the keepers of the gates of hell? Dare you see the truth, though it may burn your eyes . . Dare you speak the truth, so it may free your soul . . Dare you be so real.