I am a man amongst but men.
dearth of viles that tread the hubris of but my foil.
trials and tribulations of mine, are but ubiquitous to My realm.
within I the Virtues effervescent, ever present, etched beyond this mortal coil.
                   Eyes see shuffles of fools shuffling, huddling, meddling, hitering and withering!
quivering in insipid hoards, fatigue lay waste to their bereft souls!
I gaze upon above, there is -- cannot be -- no hope
                                    ; but below they implore -- to no doubt escape my scorn?
                     -- YES! -- for I AM Ozymandias! king of kings!
                                                                                                         look upon my works ye and despair! Nothing beside remains.
          for besides was, yet can nevermore be great -- laid for waste by the sands, escapes of which not men, but a haze!  
                                                                                            ...yet i shall stand ***** -- above -- above all the rest?
declared have i this mortal coil shall not wither -- n'er shuffle, nor huddle -- like men thither?
for my virtues are... ineffaced through numerous toils?
or is my perseverance akin to, YE, oh foil?
surely Y'er vile and decrepit fate, cannot subject upon me its gaze?
                                                                                                    perchance? oh how that would -- not -- be deranged!
for I AM Ozymandias...


                                             ...yet I am -- but -- a man amongst men -- who escaped Ozymandias, within the sand

Past the Tempest,
See not through;
'morrow defiles your view --
Naught is rage.

See you the pain, the suffering, the rain
What eludes is awake, awakend Land
Land agraze, Land that cleanses -- cleanses the root of pain
Strip thy trees of despise, thy Sycamores of ever growing wants.

Take it away, afar from memory.
Remaining is Love, Unity, Solidarity
'gainst the land, that land which gives you view, view past the Tempest.

Authenticate, Assauge, Attest
We never let it rest.
Berate Beget defeat
Yet does one not follow like sheep?
  Cycles of Servile Sentiment,
Does one Debate, Detest?

Endure, Endow till End
Never to Negate; its best

Break
this chain — its best
To learn to be your best,
It’s best

"why mustn’t it fail?"
Why mustn’t -- He fails.

                                     Trenched in the sand, from whence It hails?
From the mirages treacherous, Thenceforth It prevails, yet,
Implore He must, Its ignorance prevails.
It fights Its fights; Its inquiries It derails:
It is a because, not a why not a may(be).

                               He; shallow his origin as the queries He concocts
why must He question, why mustn’t... He fails.

Deep dive into the abyss.
Would you?

Defiant, deadly, deep.
                                                      They are but akin to me?
Surpass those fears, those fears that fear.
                                                        Would you do it for me?

Plunge forth, my allure presides.
Precedent warns, you must deny.

Pledge you shall: to me your soul;
Your soul fickle -- with me you're whole.
                                                        I Do matter, matter naught else
                                                        Is it not true?
                                                        We.­ We are. And We shall be true
                                                   We are, we shall, be forever
Entwined
                                                        As, in me, you find -- refuge
Resign.
to me resign your self, your soul.
I will devour yourself, but whole
You will find no life, but I will you
                                        And once again we will be forever "the two."
Dive into the depth of me
                                           And once again you will find me.
Lose yourself, yourself has lost
                                          You are once again beside me.
     Come. Come. Come.
                                           Come. Come. Come

Wilt, wilt in silence, among the bustle.
An overcast prevails upon you.
Escape, and drown — submerge yourself in the system
Become the system;
harrowing sights have you experienced?
Harrowing sights you shall assume.
There is no escape, only entry.
Prevail or fail — to win or to care.
Such is the system of this land, the cesspools of vice are stagnant on top, ******* the light that makes it past the cover of clouds, famished are those who reside under.
Yet, every so often, a ripple of water drops into the river of despair — its energy coursing through the minuscule circumference of its impact— and it sits, sits atop the filthy black waste and slowly diffuses…
into the filth as though it belonged, to oppress those who bear the same burden.

Life is but an endless plunge,
It is only when the harness of death
takes to you --
That deliverance is undone.