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Into the depths of their rabbit holes they go,

believing what fits their agenda,

so that they may cast projections of their own

Through sightless eyes things are

never what they appear but a semblance

phenomenon to those too far out & those far too near

Betwixt lesser men & greater gods,

bleak are the altars of fairness

where all bow before their foremost frauds

The admonished trangress by

the misconceptions of their place

like fork-tongued ophidians

disclosing two masks for every face

Beyond the dark of night, is where we transcend

pursuing lures of light, let us begin again

Lying above & flying below

circulating within the soul's corruption

What is once broken shall again be whole

unchaining stigmas from the mind's abduction

Distort the realms of time, to our will it shall bend

dispel what is left behind,

for I shall seek no end

Let it be these beasts that will come for me

severing schackles from my body's thrall

powerless to their excuse of indignity

it is within the center where we will find the balance of all