I view the human herd from the experiences of countless incarnations-
Never achieving what they could have, never meeting my expectations-
It was such an opportunity for their souls to move up the food chain-
Yet bleating in fear clueless slaughterhouse sheep they remain-
Why could they never see the entrance of the path which leads to God’s love-
Why did they time after time help the jackals to slaughter the white dove-
With aspiration I tried again and again to explain to them the truth of facts-
Only to have the truth like water off a duck run off their bowed against truth backs-
In the end just one more failed group of primitive souls-
Which Loved the lie, slavery and the dark side’s goals-
In the timelessness which is the currency of the universe-
I suppose one species inability to successfully transverse-
From primitive clueless beast of burden to advanced spiritual beings-
Their inability of the Greatness of God and advancement to be seeing-
Is a personal choice which their own souls in agony must pay-
When the Books of Balance, accounts payable are opened on that day!
It still brings sadness to see such a golden opportunity trampled in the dust-
But it is the sheep’s choice, their ultimate desire, to Hell or bust!
The Ole Dog