Milk of Nepenthe
They take me to the sky without my permission
Abducted, bright lights and blinded vision
Tall beings, Man they called themselves
I am just a man kind, modified like a good sold on shelves.
A Vale of ignorance covers my face
As the God beings knowledge totally out pace.
I see things I cannot comprehend
Things that makes religion obsolete and come to an end
My mind cannot accept this new reality
Please put me back to my mortality
Oh I wish to forget all what I have seen
Unable to understand these supreme beings
Are they Jesuses?
Are they the beings that come to different nations as a Messiah?
Who will I tell of this experience?
Everyone will call me liar.
I can’t bare these memories. I need the milk of Nepenthe
I will drink the milk until my memories of this day fades away
Putting me back to my simple mind, the way I wish to stay
Something’s are just better not known
A simple life, a lie life, mankind walking on this ground.
© 2019 Clive Williams