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1. Category I: Slave to the Empirical
2. Category II: Discovering the Absolute
3. Category III: Architect |
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1. Category I: Slave to the Empirical
In a search for the truth of all that is perceived
We draw from a well of debased faculties
Diminutive agents that love to mislead
Refusing to consort with our frail sanity
Isolate the mind and cast off the reins
And use the eyes only to reveal what they feign
The iron bars craft a great catastrophe
Plunging the mind into total anarchy
Irrational behavior built upon the past
Forces memories that seldom ever last
A slave to empirical ways
Engulfed by uncertainty, we stand alone
Spiraling down into regions unknown
The abyss swallows all, and reason is dethroned
The noumenon eludes us, never to appear
Unknown to the senses and propagating fear
Though true reality is not within our grasp
This mere realization dissolves the illusions cast
Warring with the senses, reason prevails
And experience is reduced to a veil
2. Category II: Discovering the Absolute
Silhouettes line the horizon, silent
As the wind on the most tranquil of days,
Patiently waiting to be ascertained
Forever nebulous until the end
Ever so hungry for truth, we close in
Across the desolate fields of ruin,
Marching on in the midst of temptation,
The serpent hissing at its abolition
Plagues befall mankind and shatter its faith
Convoluting the answers that await
Tempests and floods breed a chasm so vast
Blinding us to the false images cast
Draining the majesty of both mind and soul, it grows
Like a disease, this storm of falsity persists
To instill the feelings of others, and rob us of our own
Totalitarian darkness washes over the earth
But intuition will light the path and precipitate wisdom's birth
Now, with all cultural constraints removed
Nothing remains but the truth, absolute
Luminous forms adorn once dark landscapes
What a magnificent day to escape!
By way of light, we discover the absolute
3. Category III: Architect
From my celestial observatory I gaze
Upon a cold and dying world
A world once ripe with innocence
Now torn apart by ignorance
When all began, fire graced the sky
Casting a light met with harsh reply
Swallowed by darkness, all was enslaved
As marks of war were forever engraved
A failing design
Blood of the divine
Could not be foreseen by my immaculacy
With no light to shine
Opposing forces entwine
Forever silencing the sound of harmony
An innocent race of men is bereft
Of its serenity and forced to accept
Perpetual war between darkness and light
Afflicting them all with incurable blight
A maelstrom unfolds in a quest for power
Supremacy in every form is sent to devour
Social, political, religious or racial
Regardless of the case, my creation grows pale
The raining debris of a world so cold
Confounds its leaders as its souls are sold
The belligerent fight, and the pacifists pray
But neither one keeps conflict at bay
Now I bare witness to the changing of seasons
An endless cycle without rhyme or reason
Fortune's departure follows its arrival
And humanity remains in denial
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