A poem I wrote for a website, the title Ubiquitous Dark
*The Demons Now Die;
a stab in the ubiquitous dark, shall I.
Groping for fear and ego fed life,
they gasp and choke and self created such strife,
an end of an epoch, the light grows near,
because we live in love and no longer in fear.
Take the wealth with, they certainly won't
they leave behind castles with even a moat,
because fortune, fame and money stacked high
are things left behind in the blink of an eye.
The echo will fade
they recieved an "F" grade.
And now we will be free
to live and just be.
The time is up for the vampiric elite
They were merely a ghost, just dressed in a sheet.
Welcome to the new world!!!!!
Consciousness will become a way of life again.