And the all seeing paradigm
Of the millions of "truths"
We've all been forced to swallow
Without even as much as a question .
It folds and molds time,
and we the cowardice manifestation;
Accept, Consume, Resume
Our paradox of being is unforgivable.
Figures of earth and clay marveling upon the rusted significance of a tyrant
Basking in the limitless "beauty" of their divine disregard for this dimension's desirable cosmopolis.
[Pt.3 Collisions of Our Caste System]
The multiple collisions of structural supremacy assist the complete withdrawal of intellectual freedom.
It does not fucking exist
Freedom will never fucking exist
The collapse of our dimensional arrogance draws near
Cosmic rubble and waste infecting a beautiful terrain
Fermenting atomic perfection plagued by a sculptured
viral nuisance. Fragmented constituents pave the way to the detachment
of universe and sever all "impeccable" ties to the micro-cosmos.
The flaw of an organized star system, Deprecating the innate beauty of
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