Buddha Cried in Angst

We all have problems right now, the planet Earth, all timelines
We’ve drifted to a location with satanic energy, Something Appears
Failed ideology about “to the greater good”
Pushing evil unbounded here and here only, but here nonetheless
And nano sized innovations 
Inject to bloodstream.

Let there be no suffering!

Buddha cried in angst,
Little reprieve
The ten hands point below
The dragon will not uncurl awake
For no party --

Party on the 
Nashville music scene
Hot leather vests and boot
Young daring notes
Banging the guitar.

Cut the head off the snake that spits venom or deceit.

Time must heal.
Optimistically the war will end with hundreds of millions dead and no wake.
A terrible sick optimism it is.