Analysis of From Gaia

Hello my child, I'm speaking to you now. Put all aside and listen to my plea. The ways of man has gotten beyond foul, you have forgotten how to live for free.

You concentrate your purpose on the dollar, for everything you do you must get paid. You are corrupt beyond your own will power, you cannot help yourself nor give out aid.

It's not your fault, that's why I'm here pleading. Forget what's on TV and close your phone. All things today that you think that you're needing, are nothing of what you need, not at all.

You wonder what's your purpose here, what's the point?!  What is the reason why you are alive? I'll tell you child, that to be a human is one step closer to your true divine.

You're not the only one who lives inside that body, the other passengers of it are humble folk, so please consider them when you're deciding to treat this life like it's a silly joke.

There'll come a time, much sooner than you thought, to be reminded of the things you have forgot. The simple things, you know, like speak and write while leaving the profanity aside.

Society,  promoting many ills. Encouragement of alcohol and pills. Your history replaced by those who came to conquer you, corrupting what remains.

The ways to learn oneself in complete silence, replaced by the TVs, promoting violence. Commercials meant to spike your appetite, extinguish in you fight for what is right.

Of all the kids I've raised throughout the years, your lick's the worst I've held inside my mitts. Most ignorant, most dumb and deaf and blind, most stupefied by things that you desire.

The only things you've learned since you were born, is how to pay those who corrupt your precious soul. And to die quickly, with no knowledge at all, of gifts that God bestowed upon you all.

The autopilot on which you run your life, meant to turn off by you after the age of 5, is overworked, polluted and possessed, providing you a hundred years at best.

Alot will happen in the next few years, but in the end it will end in your tears. When pyramid comes back to harvest me, if you're the fearful sort, you'll be set free.

So once again I plead to you my child. All things you know, forget them for a while. Just close your eyes, remove your every thought. stop eating for a while, drink a lot.

Let precious water from a top of hills cleanse out your body and absolve your sins. You must maintain in darkness 'till such time, that you will see the light from the inside.

Get going now, don't look back, don't flinch. No longer will I tolerate your stench. I plead to you, be good, just be a mensch.

Leave your entitlement, be humble now. You should enlighten yourself before I raise my brow. For if, my child, you make me really mad, thunder and lightning will rain upon your head.

And when I have destroyed all you hold dear, with tears of sadness I will wash away your ill.
I might be saddened for a while, but in time, I will birth new kids, on the way to their divine.