Not dark yet, but it's gettin' there....

About propaganda...

Confusion among us comes not from God, it is but an effective display of force exerted by the principalities of darkness directly against Creation. And while the opposing principalities and powers cannot entirely dismiss Him and remain credible, they have successfully muddied the waters of truth for all peoples. Sadly, even the slightest distortion of reality is most times sufficient to dissuade humanity.

When confounding the people with contradiction between what is said and what is no longer proves an effective deterrent, the apparent lack of absolutes may sufficiently discourage them.

All who acknowledge propaganda's usefulness, appreciate this. Confusion, followed by despair and hopelessness, will destroy us from the inside out.

It is the Devil's masterpiece.

NOT DARK YET

Shadows are falling and I've been here all day
It's too hot to sleep time is running away
Feel like my soul has turned into steel
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
There's not even room enough to be anywhere
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there

Well my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain
She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind
She put down in writing what was in her mind
I just don't see why I should even care
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there

Well, I've been to London and I've been to gay Paree
I've followed the river and I got to the sea
I've been down on the bottom of a world full of lies
I ain't looking for nothing in anyone's eyes
Sometimes my burden seems more than I can bear
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there

I was born here and I'll die here against my will
I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still
Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb
I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.

--Copyright © 1997 Bob Dylan/Special Rider Music

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And...

War Between The Fears

Call upon the innocent
Call upon the weak
Call me down an avatar
I am afraid to speak
Won't you conjure me one witness
Let him dare to share the truth
Then please call upon my children
For they never needed proof

I am silenced by your intellect
Confounded by your brain
I have stood before your altar
And I've found myself in flames
I've seen your burned out buildings
And the rubble in the street
And I 've stood beside your people
But they lie between the sheets

Now there is a distant fire
And the smoke does surely rise
For the Watchman in his tower
He doth seek to crucify

I have come before your counsel with your name upon my tongue
I have counted every bullet that you've held on everyone
There is no shame in mercy
But there are no heroes here
And there will be no survivors
In this War Between The Fears

Still you call out to your brothers
Yes you raise the battle cry
While you fornicate the others
You would love what you despise
Tell me who does tend your children
While you're polishing your throne
The Wolf is in The Garden
And your lambs are all alone

I have read The Book of Knowledge
I have pondered every page
And the madman-in-the-mirror
Looks alot like my own face
I question every answer
And The Keeper Of The Keys
He has led my children from me
To the land of his disease

And they stood before the altar
He did pound upon his breast
And I felt my courage crumble
They were easily impressed

Call me down a warrior
Call me down a sage
Call my God a taxi for I fear
He is too late
And I'll conjure you some mercy
If you let my people go
And I will not tell the children
What they would not want to know...

--Copyright ©1995 Betty Elders/
Whistling Pig Music (ASCAP)

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