Exiled in absentia
Left to overwhelmed, undermined
Rot in carrion call to war
The sun sigil of hell, Blistering soil
Crucified for ideals
Or less just like before
Benevolent blasphemy
Usurped lord of the realm
Feeding the one
Sycophant to the rest
Gouging hierarchical prose from our history
Taming a land by the knife
A hawk among lesser birds
Plans within plans to advance
Dynamic principles
Persistent faults consequence
World that is about to fall
I am a shepherd of worms yet to come
The keeper of an ever vacant throne
We cannot win
Untrodden paths
We bite the hand that feeds us
With no control and no command
We bow our heads in failure
Prophetic spectacles that led us on
Journeys of introspection
Who we are
Slaves to the processes with no control
Prophetic spectacles that led us on
Journeys of introspection
Who we are
Slaves to the processes with no control
We cannot win
Untrodden paths
We bite the hand that feeds us
With no control and no command
We bow our heads in failure
Determinate plans fed for centuries
Cultivating to wrest the power of global demand
From indifferent mechanisms
Regardless of our intervention
The elements revolt and wipe away
Every shred of humanity
Just to replace and repopulate
And once again the wheel continues to spin
In the deep chasmatic void of the mind
There exists a pervasive need to impart a logical world
But the world in which our consciousness must behold and beyond
Is an endless expanse beyond a logical core
A last thought in passing
What holds sway to nature
As his planet killed him
Was accident and error
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