When you’re drowning
And your cellular light is compounding
The derision,
Let’s make a decision
In the Light
To make ourselves burn bright
And our former delight
Will be all right.
Our transcendence is Insight
And our hologram is graphic height
But we can learn that all of our original spite
Is taken to the Light
To learn
That we often times lose our fight
To offset our harried sight
To martyrdom in our plight.
But we don’t have to carry that sight
Nor be complacent in the Light
For our victimization can never burn bright.
It is an unholy night
And our atmosphere cannot ruin our Sight
Of Eternal Delight.