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| UNTITLED Indecision sitting in the dawn of your life, to the truth hold dear, despite all your fear, or will you give gently to the pain and the strife? At first it would seem that the answer's in sight, but the Holy One who lied in the son claimed the desert was water and our blindness was sight. Thus was the clouding of this sensual beauty beyond our description, freedom of choice, bound by restriction. Seeker, wiseman, hermit aloof, open your mind to the razor of Occam's truth, let thy dreams fly forth through the waters of reason ever eroding at humanities wharf. |
| Nothing. Nothing that the faces of mortal men see, but that of our illusion, and distant dreams of what will be. |
| The Prisoner seeks release in daydream mystique, and cool cognitive surcease in a slackards supple spell.: |
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| Dominion lays a step away from the fate bound Magus, and the Emperor stands ready at the gateway to the Aeon. Charismatic leaders gain followers, but lose face to triumphantly surrender in the wicked embrace. Freedoms sings in the halls of stone and steel, yet rings silent in hearts imprisoned to feel. There is now a thing men fail to see; that to accept all choices is to narrow what is free. |
| An infinity of choices that chokes the soul in a transient dirge, one song's experience taking it's toll, with our innocence purged. <One song> <One Verse> <Universe> |
| In complexities calm spiralling the seeds of chaos are sown. You must stand fast as steel, with a heart of iron, for if you find the Truth, you will find it... ALONE. |
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| Dominion is also posted at poetry.com |
