Beautified and plague-arised, I am the wide suspire
Truncated and regulated, by intermittent divination-fire
Priming myself the lack of respect; your existence is merely incorrect.

The crazed, alas, at least not dazed -Circumvention never powered
Mental darkness shines beneath the skin of every mortal coward
Reprehensible retinas tending, human creation is a trauma
Because Emptiness commodes Substance and yet you fear Osama

Actuality is nostalgia, as leeway lacking sound
Pathological philanthropy - Amongst rag-tags being crowned
Excess is not constructive, Abstinence of no use

A soul with biased self-image, the religious is the escapist
The final bastion of philosophical prudence is a mark on every wrist
Hear my marching jargon; your life is up for bargain

The world's an ending hunting-ground
Albeit without dreams or point complete
Obese shadows lick the light
Impious revelations will be sweet

Your moody demeanour screaming wealth
Low frequencies in numbing grease
The content of every single prayer
Clear signs of disease

Spirit-junkie consumers - Melting the world of wax
And by its very centre - Minimum gloats for max
Excreting made up havoc - Man is the Existential
Governing so little - As a mere differential

Your life is the eternal trap - I label it Servile
the absurdity, your fight answer, always makes me smile
You look for justification when death shall set you free
Disobedient, subversive; as liberating that determinism can be

Phantasms will be vanquished in every new advantage
in observation of the doom of what the cowards manage
I torture myself to sanity, ever reborn a voluptuous call
But still, this is reality; they are forgotten before they fall

Marching with dyslexic banderols
For your freedom to be kept in prison
Your being is full of coagulating holes
I am what you fear; Arisen

"When I am born I am forever kept!"
Oh, but a shivering fear in your voice
"We are the consulates of the universe!"
That is of your own ignorant choice

The Supremacy of a dying Fool.
Grasping for the One and Only rule 
Holding no junction for dignity descend
The birth of human life... fading in the end