The Incredible Shrinking / Invisible Man - with audio

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There comes a time when words are no longer heard
Actions have less and less energy
They produce fewer and fewer results
Dreams become screams and calcify
Unable to escape the vision and become reality
So we stumble and they tumble, rolling away
Like lost teeth awaiting the arrival of a fairy
Skipping off into oblivion like schoolchildren at play

Then comes the incredible shrinking man
The possibilities seem endless until they are not,
As the road of the way narrows
Like Balaam on an ass that lay down between two walls
We curse and whip at the wind and become smaller
Because we cannot see the Angel, who blocks our path
Cannot know the outer limits of things like one's life
Lawlessness and killing abound, shall not someone
Or something be angry?
The conscience seems weightless and insignificant
Against the inevitable anarchy of decay that
Unfolds and scatters like a venomous snake and so

We look on from the sanctity of our silent place
While the restless world of discontent is not satisfied
It moves to accuse us of our race and God
Crowds appear to inform us in every venue
You don't matter, We can't see your point,
There is no God but power, avarice and death
The tides of humanity push him out of the round
Until a fault is called and he is defeated
As truth and history are rewritten he shrinks a little more
Until at last he is invisible.

The invisible man does not exist anymore, no substance to see
He is no longer the target of advertisements
No longer the consumer of choice, he has no money
No pills, no lawsuits, no goods to buy, no one to impress
The invisible man cannot be bought or sold,
No longer is he a known commodity
Nor can someone ride his tired back anymore
The politicians cannot tell him what is right and who to hate
They have muted their voice as he can no longer absorb their lies
He is a lost demographic because
His body can no longer feed a business

The invisible man is both irrelevant and unworthy
The lust and power of youth are lost to him
Humbled low, he sees the dandelion once more
But let no one weep, as he is now free
To know himself, his fellow kindred spirit, and his Creator
At once invisible, but yet so present
He has become a vessel for that tiny spark
A seed of life that once released
Grows deep within the substance of being
Watered by the heavens above
Empowered with Spirit
Until that which is unseen
Halts time and Renews ALL!