Betwixt these concave passages lies a key.
The encrypted codes that lay at the core of humanity.
Groveling ever so hastily, trying to grasp at elevation.
Shedding this flesh, hoping for dawn to arise; enlightenment to shadow behind.
Yet we leave an impression; an abyss. We are a chasm feeding on apparitions.
(To keep this descension consistent, we beckon for a distraction.
A tale of amusement, always ready to consume.)x2

Scratching the surface of what we hope to be an illusion or reality?
Enslavement of our minds' and hearts'.
These create delusions that will surely last.

Into the open air, show our fears in black and white.
Corrosion on the terminals, dismantling the gateways of equilibrium.
Insert the line within the axis that extends our view.
Let me just unveil our eyes and distribute such truth that lies dormant inside.

We are all apart of this masquerade.
Deluded into aligning as duplicates.
Linear paths won't progress.
Eradicate mans intentions.
Lay it all to fucking rest(rest).

As dawn surpasses me and daybreaks, our flesh still remains; no vestiges, no joy.
Eyes still wrapped in this cloak with all the conflictions.
Words that make no cerebral impressions.
Making attempts with empathy, where will this lead thee?
(Where will this lead me?)
All it takes is just one illusion to create delusions
This can't be reality
Seek raison d'être amongst these stars; there lies our key, and maybe more.

So graze and gaze into the fractured elements; the remnants that pave this passage.
An epic with all the right cerebral impressions, that evoke indentions of colors.
Light spectrum that refracts off these eyes.
There's more than just black and white; the grey within their eyes, the particles that recede when they die.
Perception of our ideal masterpiece.
Vanquished and devoured by blind eyes; by blind minds.
Clearly this is perpetual; history is the evidence.
And when they fade, I feel our art will die.
Abstractions that can't succeed past the starting line.
And I quote
"It's dense since my vision can't assimilate"
These are misinterpretations of your phantasm; Our distorted realism.
Bringing upon the chaotic arrival of bewilderment..
With objections, intentions, and aspirations
composed with existence ,but tolerance refuses to be apart of this conversation.
Of this expression,
Of this foreshadowing,
Of this manifested truth bent with reality.

So you will cease this so called "abomination".
Because your fantasy is buried out of range and mine is right in front of me.

Tarnished and shattered, because they can't linger into reverie.
They can't view my canvas so they'll take it away from me.
Inclined to bring desperation; to absorb our innovation.
Because our patterns don't align.
Because your linear ones must exceed mine.
So take your position and overlap this line.

Eyes are cauterized by the light, while the axes align.
Rare cycle: let me share my intentions.
Self-portrayed, within the dust and pressure; manifest the ability, the idea to harmonize.

Re-defining a life, by utilizing methods against the human condition.
Futile in my attempts, but I will struggle.

Collectively, we pose towards the opposed.
Contrived for mediocrity and silence; oh ,so the walls have told me.

An unearthly feeling to ascend.
Darwinism, I beseech thee, will you make this evident?
And If I descend, I'll leave this all alone.
And reclaim among these stars; my true home.

At last it's been formulated, something that will ease the burden of existence.
Hospitably bridging the gap to a new spectrum.
With just a taste, without full consumption.
For our gluttonous ways try to cease the day.
And the land
And the mind
With symbiotic tendencies taking place, it's woe is evident.
Clear as day it's haunting me, comforting them.
As their disgust is placed outside my realm of reason; of understanding.
To forge is the goal.
Gliding above this collective waste.
Diminished and bruised with marks as proof.
Equinox come sooner; distribute such truth.

With ideas that are sowed behind eyes; where the temple lies.
Mortified, I am.
Here at the age of oblivion.
This can not be reality.

Collectively, we pose towards the opposed.
Contrived for mediocrity and silence; oh ,so the walls will tell you truth seeker.

We're capable, and I contradict, but I know this is feasible; creating division without resentment.

An unearthly feeling to ascend.
Darwinism, I beseech thee, will you make this evident?
And If I descend, I'll leave this all alone.
And reclaim among these stars; my true home.
Our true home.
Welcome truth seeker.
Come sooner equinox.

I contort this blueprint.
Edifices shall form; a new civilization, a new vacancy.

Gaze into my diamond eyes.
A ruthless tyrant, a righteous savior; I speak them all ever so fluently.
But this monolith persists, forever mocking me.
But a gaze into its fragments brings reflection.
Authentic validity beckons me; complemented by a blanket of fallacy.
Shattered stone arises before me.
And so my masquerade ceases..
Is this peace of mind?

Original statements lost in this madness.
Oscillating from left to right.
I lose myself; we lose ourselves.

Illusive masks hanging on the edge
Burden rubble above me; swallowing me,
Crushing my lungs ever so swiftly
Death whispers in my ear...

Is this not what you crave?
A common tragedy for all eyes to see?
Compressed avarice of your true identity

Arise!

Arise to this mirror in the aftermath.
Disfigured by the years of wear.
Refusal to the archetype of tragedy.
For wisdom has finally arrived.
And into the mist I go forth..
I go forth..

The savages, the astray; primitive and within an aureole.
Entrapped in a tomb, skeptics shall fall; marked below the surface.
With misleading wills we shall descend to our origin; our instincts prioritized among all.
For apathy is our adopted mask.
And like a hollow chasm our mind resonates with feeble sounds; minute nothingness.
Within the shallow depths you hail home.
I scour to absolve impurities within man; within this human condition.
I beg free! (we beg free!)

We rely on these emotions;irrational actions guide us.
Lacking the ability to provide a desirable substance; a righteous outcome.
For consumption leads to dependence, for denial leads to ignorance.
Oh such, denouement brings the progression to a halt; back on our knees we go.

Made into nothing; a punishment wrought by our own hands.
Apathy, discontent; we're drowning ourselves!

Our milieu designated as the scapegoat; and all eyes gaze away.
Yet we are the burden.
Yet we point to the neutral substance.

Is this the ploy?
To feed and deprive
And I swear, If this is chess, then we are pawns.
And if this is life, then we are mindless drones.

We rely on these emotions;irrational actions guide us.
Lacking the ability to provide a desirable substance; a righteous outcome.
For consumption leads to dependence, for denial leads to ignorance. Oh such, denouement brings the progression to standstill.