Ito-Saith-Webb

Dark cavernous minds exploring its twisting depths hoarded wealth awaits.

Eyes begin to droop. Fast asleep the mind wanders. Into the dreamlands.

It’s our destiny. We suffer so much anguish. So we hurt others.

Under the night sky. The stars shine clean, bright and true. For eons they burn.

Born from the hot flame. Baptized in the cool acid. Purpose is to kill.

Electronic view. Floating windows and boxes. Gonna surf all day.

Men folk are harden. Through the passage of their life. Protecting loved ones.

Our blind personal views. Of what is good or evil. Points of perspective.

The humming bird’s drone. Is such a melodic sound. Pleasing to the ear.