the rise of might

in the beginning...
i cant really remember the beginning
when i remember i had a spear and i was angry
from the time i can remember i hunt to get my food
maybe i had the spear to hunt for food
i get hungry and i get mad
and my spear becomes deadly

some stones were big and they scared me
i turned my spear on it
from the stone that i feared a god came out
frightening and mad
then other gods camethere was the god of the penis
there was the god of peace
then the god was put on the cross
i think thats what ticked off the god

he couldn't do with spears anymore
he said he needed better spears
better and better went on
and then the spears became guns
and guns became winchesters
and LMGs and kalshnikov's and bazookas
and howitzers and patton tanks and B-52s and scud missiles
and atom bombs and self guided nuclear warheads

i walked through the valley of the shadow of death
i performed my karma and didn't worry about what i got
i killed for food
i didnt like the taste
i did all this not because i knew that was good
but thats just how i am
i held on to my spear and kept on

i was hungry and my spear had no food to get
the world become madder and hungrier than me
there was noise and lights and madness
i couldn't understand more than i could think
i fought my mind to try think like i was asked to
but my mind is free and doesn't listen to me i never tamed it like my spear
i never thought of killing with my mind
so couldn't play the games people played
and because i do what i do like i do i lost every game i played
all the rules kept changing and i couldn't keep up
people became men and women
people became men who fuck men
and women who fuck woman and
men and woman who fuck animals
and men who kill or maim the woman they fuck
people turned their guns and their minds at people who didn't fuck like they do
i have had no need to think too hard so i beat no sense into things i see
my spear has no say when it comes to things like these that i see
of all the things i hadn't thought much of
this was just another

but even in all this
there was abundance people ate like pigs
i got hungrier and i got angrier and madder
there’s all that out there to look at and eat and drink and wallow in
and sedate and sleep and lie about and think up guns and foods
and things that weren't there
people threw their spears and sharpened their minds too make spears out of it
how funny it is when a thing becomes another thing
a mind becomes a spear
but i never had no need to think all i know is to do
and my spear and mind do what it does and i am what they do not what i make them do
but there seems not much to do but think up more things than there is
what is to think like a spear? i never knew

but my spear is stiff and ready as ever
and i walked my walk and kept my talk within myself
like ever through valleys of fear and pestilence and death and fight against it
and noise and lights and the cry of people and the death of the earth and the land of shit
and filth and too many things and more thing and more things
and some random acts of kindness that mean nothing to you

when i look at you
i think not about you or me
i just like to see what you see
so i ask and i think to see
what do you see
when your eyes peer at me

but i see you when you see me

why do you raise your spear in fright
might never grew with might on might
might be it needs to pickle in your fright
but might is such that it is to be put might upon might upon might
so what will might do with you