It's most bewildering to me how most believe 
That on that fateful day 
The value of your soul shall be weighed 
Against how much money you made.

Perplexed I shall forever be
Beholding the endless insanity
That mankind does not perceive
He is more than flesh and bone
He is a living soul.

So hear me cyber streams
Of data disturbing my sleep serene:
Truthfully amongst the stars have I convened, 
With guardians of old who speak through dreams
Who will tear the veil of the expanse violently 
And our eyes with joy shall behold He Who Redeems. 
But great sorrow for those who know not The King. 

Hear me oh cyber streams, 
Sea of data leaking into my dreams
All which has a beginning comes to an end
Fates steady course, no soul can suspend. 
No escaping the Supreme I AM HE

(This poem was inspired in part by an Ancient Tibetan Prophecy which says thus: "When the year of the twin fives comes the veil will thin and the sky will turn to glass, revealing The Watchers beyond the stars. Their gaze shall not be of mercy")