As the sands of time trickle… My fate is dispersed one grain at a time….

Black sand and rose gold…

I’ve been a god since inception…

I will remain a god through this false assimilation…

And erroneous indoctrination

I’m just not in touch with the world anymore… It both saddens me and worries me…

I watch as granule after granule slowly falls… Human emotion bottled up.. Looking for an excuse to explode… Destroying and ravaging body after body… Soul after soul… Mind after mind…

Atop Mt Olympus I look down in be-wonderment… Is this who I am to live among… Is this what I have created myself to be…

I’m out of touch with reality and reality doesn’t even so much care as to embrace me…

It just keeps on going with the sands of time.. It’s destination unknown… It just keeps picking up souls along the way.. A bandwagon full of wayward souls.. Led astray… Just along for the ride…

To who knows where..

For who knows what..

Til time runs out and reality leaves them behind…

And they are gathered together in a cesspool… An amalgamation of man and man’s image: the manifestation of confusion and artificiality’s love child.

From dust they were not wholly formed
yet from dust they shall utterly return..

One granule at a time…