The wind escorts leaves
Carrying messages for humbled receivers found still and low to the ground
That's where the messages are found
Low and still amidst high and mighty
Low and still amidst intolerable acts
Low and still among the fierce rebels
Low and still lower underneath the principled righteous
Underneath the shoes of the pious
Underneath the breath of the orators
Beneath the street lamp's hazy way
We need this signal, this grand act, this measured performance of the antagonist
We need this brave crescendo of backlash, we need this clash this rebel chant
The wind escorts messages, the scuffle knocks the benchers from their seats
Grand wisdom yawns itself awake captured by the torrent of necessity
Finally, Hegel's dialectic fueled by temerity
This "we" that collides, this "we" that becomes
And the great movement calls for your grand act
This stage that calls actors forth in their raw and venial mastery
This temper that is furiously alive gnaws at the heels of the Divine
Arise the masses in their clashing attire
The super moon has encroached on this cosmic space for a closer look
The people are alive and restless and they are full of emotion
The people are the progress
Rendering clarity with the heat of defiance
The impurities simmer then boil in a pot of conflagration
Toxicity purges floats to the surface
This is the great cleanse where deep boils emerge
An obfuscation surfaces like a volcanic eruption into public consciousness
There is no finality, no outcome
There is only leadership
Arises from the upheaval and cleansed by the graces that tear through our souls
Riveted by derision no more
Grant me the strength to endure my own spellbinding narratives
Grant me the clarity to receive the unimaginable strength of vision
These eyes shall penetrate the clouded veneer of common thought and penetrate into the depths of greater knowledge and awareness
Reveal to me the grander story for I shall read aloud your epic tale with great intensity.
Carrying messages for humbled receivers found still and low to the ground
That's where the messages are found
Low and still amidst high and mighty
Low and still amidst intolerable acts
Low and still among the fierce rebels
Low and still lower underneath the principled righteous
Underneath the shoes of the pious
Underneath the breath of the orators
Beneath the street lamp's hazy way
We need this signal, this grand act, this measured performance of the antagonist
We need this brave crescendo of backlash, we need this clash this rebel chant
The wind escorts messages, the scuffle knocks the benchers from their seats
Grand wisdom yawns itself awake captured by the torrent of necessity
Finally, Hegel's dialectic fueled by temerity
This "we" that collides, this "we" that becomes
And the great movement calls for your grand act
This stage that calls actors forth in their raw and venial mastery
This temper that is furiously alive gnaws at the heels of the Divine
Arise the masses in their clashing attire
The super moon has encroached on this cosmic space for a closer look
The people are alive and restless and they are full of emotion
The people are the progress
Rendering clarity with the heat of defiance
The impurities simmer then boil in a pot of conflagration
Toxicity purges floats to the surface
This is the great cleanse where deep boils emerge
An obfuscation surfaces like a volcanic eruption into public consciousness
There is no finality, no outcome
There is only leadership
Arises from the upheaval and cleansed by the graces that tear through our souls
Riveted by derision no more
Grant me the strength to endure my own spellbinding narratives
Grant me the clarity to receive the unimaginable strength of vision
These eyes shall penetrate the clouded veneer of common thought and penetrate into the depths of greater knowledge and awareness
Reveal to me the grander story for I shall read aloud your epic tale with great intensity.
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