The honeybee

A big problem for a new world order
(the harmony of natural chaos inside their conspiracy)
-part one-

Impotent lizards
trying to steal our children’s heart
in the essence of the seed,
the only thing to gain
is a little bit of our mystical love.
Our elemental souls
will swallow their Universe completely
in the source of this wicked dream.
No grain of sand to be left behind
in our eternal presence.
I got my teeth
in your bitter tail,
mister president.
My death surprised you a long time ago,
didn’t you know I have made you a space to play in
a labyrinth to gaze behind the mask of the dark one.

My manipulation have send you a mirrormachine again
with illusionary wires,
parts from a Garden you’re longing for to experience.
What do you have to leave behind,
when you are hoping to get
through this mortal Gate?

-part two-
The drone is humming
in strawberry fields
with whipped cream
and narcoleptic essence,
practical progression on cloud nine.
An experience
deep inside the infinite moment.
The work already has been done
a long time ago.
Take off the veils
and dance around the magical Sun,
the nerves are craving for light.