"I refuse to exist confined in a system defined by the blindest
Our prophets and sages have been caged for ages and put behind us
People remain trapped by the clerical while empirical equations bind us
While truly the spherical oceans of energy currents crackle inside us
And Remind us: Our bodies are really much bigger.
Consider the debacle of talking to God and odd notions of Jesus
Who bleeds for the suffering while his blood is drunk by the indoctrined impetus
A mere fetus of the truly born but sworn to keep the masses conceited
With Self-important taught doctrines stopping real ideas from being evenly seeded.
Can mana's quest be completed, despite proliferate literates lost and misleaded?
A sad day has arrived as Armgedeon stokes flames to claim the defeated.
Dogmatic images of towers rubble bubble thru populations minds who proteins remain pleated
Who's DNA despite race or face or sex or quest rests in double-helix
So as I feel this, I realize I hate this situation we've been making since the aphebet was brought into creation.
Understand our matrix: It is self-created like puritans punishing in self-righteousness
While guilt built on bones requires stilts to sift thru the silt of souls might we just
Evaporate all trouble in one fell swoop and doom even those who fight this rust?
Or write in trust to God above below ahead behind in day and night and such?
Yet still we fight no better than and eye for and eye or dust to dust.
Asking for ashes despite the wonders of wishes dished upon Eden's Populace.
Fast on the path to destroying our souls and devolving back to single-celled gene copiers.
And still we try to imagine that there is nothing stopping us.
Perhaps the high priests had reasons, but at times I find myself acting celibate for the hell of it, rising to the top while most flounder on the bottom like a halibut.
On a whim, I change my style and dissolve my mind like ions and disappear
Until my concentration exceeds these mundane levels of fear,
Then I precipitate from the solution, smashing imaginations with exorgonic contributions
Each time I participate in bending lines like light spokes from solar spheres wrap around planets
Watch whole careers vanish in a split-second no time to panic!
Lyrical skills spill outlandish when I brandish this pen and when I translate to vibrate vocal chords local swords break under pressure
Corporate puppets fall to knees and beg and plead like slaves praying yessir.
Take themselves so seriously. Curiously I laugh like the Jester.
Let me make a suggestion to help escape the question that necessitates sin confession.
See, each lesson mentioned is a small session to help destroy the feeble ego
Yet we go backwards to fortify importance like a fortress
Of course it's the end for those that rely on linearity
Sky rocketing divorces courts that consort to sell short witnesses prepare to be
Making choices, elevating voices VOLUMES louder than the sun's
(Which is responsible for the fusion of hydrogen into the elements that we're using)
And with that stated, you do choose to be eradicated!
But I bet we make it properly educated.
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