Scribing 2 - Sanctity

[my method of writing for these 'Scribing' pieces is to write whatever is on the top of the mind and write it as a flow, to be complete within minutes with little corrections. Automatic writing. This is a form of writing I became acquainted with intuitively from when I was 16, and it assisted me greatly in coming out of the darkness of mind. I also envision that at times, through such a spontaneous method authentic communication inter-dimensionally is possible and at times, true inspiration surfaces].

The impression I got
Was who would win in such a predicament
This man, a pig, on the ladder of time
Heralding his worth above everyone

The man prior, a gentleman
A war monger
But a gentleman
A people's rights decimator
But a gentleman

Impossible to conceive exactly how it was made
Was it planned
Is this deliberate
Is this purpose
Our purpose
Are we all meant to fall?
And be greater for it in the long run?

Fun falling for everyone
Fun fun falling time
Like a play pen with coloured balls
Your parents will be back at 3 to pick you up

Who are the parents in this equation?
Geometry, physics, the laws of nature
They're taking a break?
I don't believe it
What I find precious
What I find sanctimonious
Is all for nothing?

So what the little mice squeaks
You knew what you were getting yourself into
Here you are again
What do you care?
You've done it all before,
A billion times before
Hoping for a wandering release
That someone will lift the gloom gloom
From your doom doom

Pigs play great in the mud
I remember meeting someone who introduced me to organic pigs
I wasn't sure what the difference was
A pig is a pig

And gentlemen? They're just snakes
Snakes with pretty manners and pretty suits
And pretty friends
Who smile while they press a button
And eat your seared flesh for supper

What joy, what love...
Someone out there on the waves of frequency is listening
Are you hearing little man in the sky
Inter-quasi-credential expression?
Don't you have a message that will save all humanity?

We're filling our boredom with iphone and touchpad
We're filling the gap with dark glop
There are waves of frequency with light attached
There are waves of colour with hope intact
Here comes the tidal wave of peace

Why did we bother fighting?
Why did we bother to believe conflict was necessary?
How many exist past the lengths of time
The light goes out, the light switch is pressed
Click

[written within ten minutes, no stopping, little correction, a flow, I'm not aiming for perfection, everything is already perfect, just let it out]