[patrown]

the past is a go between for victory and failure,
time presides over both and lives inside our earth,
pulling in all that's known to wandering souls,
collecting us like a rich monarch squandering gold,
what's beyond controls? thought.. for most of the populous,
free will separating us from animals with common sense,
it's relative, an instrument irrelevant to many, the hesitant,
their nails cracking, bitten, clutching keepsakes in remembrance,
living in a time where the world didn't seem.. gray..
leaves much behind like piles of autumn leafs,
left through the winters frost to decay with forgotten beliefs,
in a dank room he replayed plots to ascend,
through a world already rotten with sin......
one lived inside an alternating current, forgotten, malnourished,
ideas flourished in a mind coiled to strike,
plagued by voices of light boiling with strife,
dissecting our insides with unseen light,
the first you tube, found grooves to improve,
using vacuums and photos to further motives,
one mind turned explosive, harnessing power, gazing past tarnished souls,
empowered, the world surged, urged on from pondscum,
beyond being, people started seeing lighting strikes in the sky,
accomplishments forgotten with time,
progress's absorbed in Morgons ploy to ignore and destroy,
plots of egocentric nature deflate our personal worth,
while our own nature's left to swollow the earth.