Apocalypse
It sits nicely on the lips
A word which often portends
To some sort of grand World’s end
Well things aren’t always what they seem
So, here’s something else this word could mean
An unveiling
Or grand revealing
Like a revelation
Happen to all kinds regardless of station
All holy books have stories of world evisceration
Allegorically derived they reveal paths of internal liberation
The great Armageddon
An unveiling of destruction
Of mindful illusions
And dangerous delusions
This war battles constantly
Internal struggles for us each to see
We were put here as warriors
To struggle peacefully within or
We fall on our face on the karmic floor
We came to this place for this internal war
It’s the name of the game
Ask the ocean and he’ll prolly tell you the same
This apocalypse is a door
This apocalypse helps you evolve to more
Than your fleshly desires
No longer limp like a puppet on wires
No, this is not a battle for the plains of Armageddon
This is more of a battle for your soul’s sacred freedom
Some folks will call it nirvana
You can call it anything that you wanna
For any open enough to hear
For all of those of who have struggled for years
Struggled without end to master and overcome their fears
For those with their open hearts and minds be of good cheer
For you the end is near
Tags: Stephen Handlin