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Apathy's Maze
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the distant rumbling dictates something deep inside
some unnatural culling, some undisciplined calling
some indistinct nature buried within
and although i've imprisoned these desires
with each thundering roar, it rattles these cages ever so slightly more
it haunts my cerebral core, an impartial detour
the atmosphere screams in archaic atrocities
ancient tongues wailing in a discordance of obscenities
a primordial pulsing resonates in deliberate timing
unearthing nature's wroth in the intricacies of lightning
this electricity embodies me, in constant mockery
each new flash of light, another harrowing slight
another welcome contrast to the pervasive night
and as the rain echoes against the pavement in solemn refrain
i begin to recognize the irony in my surname
an inner context as chaotic as the atmosphere
a carnal connection with nature's aggression
an archetype of unbridled passion
a paradigm, an ideal
a boy lost in the adverse winds of his own zeal
as an aberration of oblivion
consorts with a callous charm
oblivious to the wake of his own harm
intrepid indecision improvised to impress the populace
enough of this
desperately defying the draw of seclusion
to break the constitution of our own delusion
tirelessly the hands grasp for genuine praise
as we journey through this fog-ridden haze
venturing deeper into Apathy's maze
in the most enigmatic of ways
as an aberration of oblivion
consorts with a callous charm
oblivious to the wake of his own harm
intrepid indecision improvised to impress the populace
enough of this
desperately defying the draw of seclusion
to break the constitution of our own delusion
tirelessly the hands grasp for genuine praise
as we journey through this fog-ridden haze
venturing deeper into Apathy's maze
in the most enigmatic of ways
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never have we been graced with the foresight of a seer
nor the foreign faith of a devout believer
never have we been shown love from our brother’s keeper
only hypocrisy spewed from his omniscient deceiver
never have we been the men people have adored
our only real gift has been intangible lore
never have we been souls that were left admired
placed on this exposed rock to rot and expire
never have we been gifted a chance to evolve
words turn to waste, lost, never to resolve
never have we been more than poltergeists of philosophy
acolytes of delinquency, in which they take no heed
never have we been bound to the path of providence
never have we been reincarnations of circumstance
never have we been corrupted beyond abandonment
never have we been the constructs of your collusion
never have we been graced with the foresight of a seer
never have we been the men people have adored
never have we been gifted a chance to evolve
never have we been more than poltergeists of philosophy
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a grotesque portrait captioned
the sacred art of ambivalence
the carrions of a hook-up culture
caw with the conduct of venereal vultures
projecting reckless lies for social exposure
another byproduct of a generation of adulterers
how have we been reduced to something so vulgar
gracelessly induced by the intent to manifest
left lost and confused by an incessant disinterest
is there any way for us to redeem for this
the toxicology of your lost integrity
tendencies to steadily disregard fidelity
coincidentally succumb to corroded heredity
as we battle against the trials of chemical dependency
can this masquerade of disdain
withhold the context of what was ingrained
intrinsically contained by feverish domain
a persona which would so vividly explain
the fervor that feeds this defeated idealism
through the gilded archways heralding us to hedonism
dancing upon the lush carpets of cynicism
to fabricate our inherent whims as altruism
but i’ve seen the secrets hidden behind sequined lace
foolish deceptions to revitalize your grace
the vacant grimace on the pontiff's face
a frolic laced with the inebriate's illicit embrace
sedation brought on by the sway of her sacred waist
so full of grace even the clergy lines up for a taste
they beg her to surrender the splendor
of her every mystic gesture
to censor her reckless endeavors
to oppress her internal architecture
for fear of it becoming too off-kilter
they'll use any counter-measure to cut short her adventure
to lure and ensnare her entropy into their bed's tethers
the endangerment ever-present in her enchantment
an entrapment permeated in attachment
the appraisal of mind-numbing aesthetics
a totemic representation of reoccurring epidemic
the great immaculate deception
triggered by a constrained dementia
pathologically induced verses worn as valiant insignia
her iridescent complexion compels obscure synesthesia
the thralls reluctantly relinquish their fare to the mythic discordia
as she feasts on the fruits of life's aether
devotees of delirium driven by an affinity to her prismatic divinity
chanting her chorus as if it were some infallible remedy
syncing with life's sway of her abhorrent apostles
a pilgrimage in pursuit of some intrinsic bond
to reach the reliquary is to forfeit and belong to a demi-god
this affliction is glorified in the wake of our despondent song
can you feel the trembling quake in my response
colloquial connection hastened by habitual rituals
rescues me from the all-too-familiar planes of the abysmal
another eidetic representation of wasted potential
a refuge from the corrupt consorts deep-seeded in my rationale
the contorted constructs born from the hysterical hymns i bellow, begging for an all-too-necessary essence revival
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Spoken Word/Post-Metal band from Illinois, USA.
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