The Mind, hellbent to win
Laughs in the face of illusion.
For it shall show you the way,
No longer shackled by that clouded fog

Wretched, cursed, carnivorous,
Insatiable, devouring, misery.
Succeed in all that you do,
No longer blocked from the beating path

Defeat is not an option
For It that is All-Knowing.
To think one may supersede me;
No longer the reigning force

Who am I, if not mighty,
Boasting with a puffed chest?
Shall I truly concede to those around me,
No longer the dictator of this prison?