By Andrew Romanski The rope is weaved in chords of threes Awaken and manifest the Is in me. Personality has broken free from all subjective morality; virulent creeds, mortality seeds. Freedomination has gotten to me the ultimate confinement is the illusion youre free. Whittle me down to a core validation, birthed from the womb; Will in gestation. Take my Is with your carving lies and put me in a blind mans ecstasy, for when wearing a mask of a seer the truth will weight no empathy. Carefree - anticipate not; Words I say; Lessons wrought, And trepidation taught through principle fear - you wait for answers that are already here. Rise above your callous dread, be the leaven in the bread from which you derive life and abandon your strife. Work with the hive and you will create the incessent buzz of familial trait - familiar fate. Heir to humility - two hands utility - insipid frivility - religious frailty - political bigotry - black magik chancery - coinicidental coreography - synchronicity heirarchical. transparency; all you once knew...now fallacy.
Posted on: Sun, 09 Mar 2014 00:00:27 +0000
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