He's a phantom 
Simultaneously 
Walking in the light 
And the comforting 
Swirling shadows of night 
Born and raised under a 
Vigilant and ever-present eye
An invisible force from a near
And yet distant sky
Surrounded by a presence
An echo of a world unseen
By the happy go lucky
Blissfully trampling
The fields of emerald green
Outside and within
A Modsefa dream

Suffering through primary and grammar school
And under the guise of sundown
Nursing at the bosom of an ancient ghoul
Fire in the air and under his feet
Sulphuric fumes
Repulsive and strangely sweet
The roots of Chances run wide and deep
The shadow of Chances
Flies long and steep
The black cloak of heaven 
An old best friend
On days 
Nights when
Sleep would shy from the unholy
A whine, a whistle and a hum
And a wind, a cleansing steam
In a…
Modsefa dream

He's a phantom 
Simultaneously 
Walking in the light 
And the comforting 
Swirling shadows of night 
Proud of the genes 
His love for “them”
Incomprehensible to mere men
It's an inferno in his soul
The red in his blood
It's a love he lives for
Will fight for
Kill for 
Die for
It's an all-powerful yellow stream
The engine behind a... 
Blinding obsession 
With a reptilian 
Modsefa dream 

It's confusing
Amusing
Bemusing
Astonishing
The true state of the “world”
The ultimate goal
The hypocritical bullshit
The myrmidons propagating it
Men with their own selfish agendas
No regard for their brother
No respect for a grieving mother
Everything inside an insidious circle
Hanging on the whim of a faux oracle
And the misinterpreted multifaceted face
Of the holy bible
Men with a warped sense of right and wrong
And a belief so strong
Men with access to “secret” knowledge
Alien Technology
The ability to change for the better 
The lives of the populous
Pilfered and filtered down in stages
Essentially keeping the masses
On the edge of the middle ages
Fictitious power for a few
Manipulation and eventual subjugation
For many
There's a place where…
Nobody cares if you scream
Deep inside
A
Modsefa dream

He's blessed with an eye
Big brown
Colder than a stormy sky
Blessed with
A passion for conflict
War and blood
A lust for death
A natural affinity for Seth
And who are you?
To whisper evil
You who would kill with impunity
Your kind and mine
Over…
Any pretentious order
Anything to preserve
Another dumb ass cover
Who are you?
To whisper evil
Tunnel dweller
The proverbial devil
The affinity for chaos is not
Some primitive endeavor
It's not on your scale
Their intelligence factor
It's a carefully orchestrated dance
For the benefit of the hive
Lumen and acerbus
Connected without seams
When
Modsefa dreams 

Standing on the brink of a broken pile 
Rhythmic heartbeat of a lonely child 
Longing to feel your pulse
Receding
Feel you grow colder
And older
Watch your essence begin a 
Slow torturous ride
To that coldest-darkest side
Hold your hand
Look into the eye
Turn the “power” on 
And
Get blissfully high
As you die
Not a sound
Not a single scream
Easy does it
In
A Modsefa dream

Addendum

He's a phantom…