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?
May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 12:48 PM UTC
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?
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