I am reaching out to the source of consciousness
Not just in this World but all across this universe
I should think you will hear me even if I don’t pray
As you can see, humans are approaching the edge
By the looks of it the leaders are behaving strange
As though they were puppets hanging by a grudge
I’d like to know where we’ll be heading after WWIII
We should want to position our egress accordingly
If you would be what most of us expected you to be
Give us your hand, deliver us from impending misery
Such confusion has induced us to trust this illusion
It helps to know if paradise would be within reason.