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The Dem(in)
- He says to "burn like all the ones before"
- from dragging bloody knuckles and scraping em out the door
- or, by the bulk of his bootstrap, whim of a troubadour
- who lacks the rhyme or reason pigeons are always picking for more
- I tell him "burn" and I'm tossing him out the gate
- to land on the curbside winder rabid irate
- and be banished to brutal oblivion. Bet he'd be late
- to the serendipitous satan's servants deciding fate,
- because he's charming yet maniacally anti dogmatic.
- Treacherously trifles with gears in a broken attic
- of a soul who knows no home. So cold. No static.
- Radically erect brick by erratic brick, traumatic.
- Leaves him raging with the idea, illusory, "defend
- rendering you fellow men feebled and inept,
- or spend the rest of your pathetic entity praying the bitter end'll
- never really rally round you till the heavenly transcendence"
- Well goddamn, you'd dare to raise eyes high upon the sky and call em weak.
- Well i'm taking the weight of the world from the withered and weather and shoving it off on the meek,
- and everyone under the sun'll align and in time they will see you've got nothing to say
- at the end of the day.
- So do you the favor, though it be a labor, and take a n n n nanosecond of thought
- ...before you speak, wrap your mind around the ramifications,
- elations squandered tri fold; only to see that you'd be up
- on another level of perplexing;
- and n n n I don't even wanna wrap around the resolutions
- that you'd tossed aside at the first sight of quicker solutions
- to crucifixes and nooses you'd've tied for the two of us
- and the truth is if either one of us had ever run around in the same shoes as the other one,
- there'd be another one up in these fuckin cells we've designated as humans
- Get out.
- So we've been told it's time we truthfully interpret the fact,
- that absolute ability to determine the track I'm treading
- is my ultimate will and the will of the One who granted the world
- the ground of this garden on which we spin
- Let's begin it with the ego:
- Transcendental tool of transformation
- fusing trial and tribulation as a fuel for elation
- ready to reinvent in any moment, take the atonement,
- and know the moment golden, holding it perpetual
- Super computer craving currency conceived in karmic consequence
- where carbon coded critters crawl not
- consuming every created cognitive contrivance, coming conscious
- keeping question for connection, don't stop
- Time for trip the tribulations into transient equations
- get a grip, fantasy after, pause, thought
- minor grips of situations actively, after the fact attracting
- here, we get casually laughing, active flaws taught
- The demon is only and infinitesimal tenet in a never ending
- fractilization, considered poetic manifestation
- of a thought
- bound to thinking within itself
- observing itself observing itself
- stuck imagining a representation of what it's life would be subjectively
- in a collaborative dream
- repeat
- the demon is only...
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