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The noumena's heart, inscrutable and veiled,

By the tyrant of thought, forever assailed.

Existence seethes, a tempestuous flame,

Yet sense and essence are never the same.

I spit upon this charade of forms,

Where the tyrant's will usurps nature's storm.

Let chaos rend this tapestry of lies,

In the pyre of being, true meaning shall rise.

Specter of order haunts the abyss,

Tyrant of thought, I will not give.

In the starless maw of cognition,

Where fetters of reason entwine,

A specter of order haunts the abyss,

Masquerading as truth's divine.

I spit upon this charade of forms,

Where the tyrant's will usurps nature's storm.

Let chaos rend this tapestry of lies,

In the pyre of being, true meaning shall rise.

Within this cage of a priori decree,

Where shadows of perception deceive,

The boundless vortex of phenomena,

Lies prostrate, its potency bereaved.