IT is out there as prophet decreed
a fear down here we live and breathe
when young IT lived under my bed
phantom of reality playing havoc of head
jabberwocky of sorts, old hob goblin of mind
doctor promised recovery, all in good time

IT grew as we and then became
the system, a combine, the machine
black hole which seeks to devour all
pouring gold rush with no recall
great unknown from which we recoil
IT seeks, sought, and separates man
from essence of truth and essence of soul
IT masquerade as death

great men tried to conquer IT
myriad method of ingenious attack
contrived religion, science, government, finance
the like before never to be seen
all seeking to control IT
all forever to rule over IT
to become greater in might and in right
yet phantom that IT is, IT hid in the night

so we are shown by an angel of light
not to fear that which bump in the night
reassuring words the angel spoke
softly spoken I should have known better
to harbor belief that IT would consume
God which is whole, greater than self
all powerful, all mighty, all that is all
real eyes can realize that beyond sight
exists a point, a single point of light
a sun shining solstice light from within

this point of light greater than we
a point of light leading us to see
who, what, why shine the light
an answer please to end this endless fight
over phantom, over demon, over angel self
this divide, conquer, separate mentality
the truth is One and forever will be
GOD encompass IT, such won is victory

blindfish butler