I'm becoming further distracted from a view
As if I were ensconced in an evil dream
A prisoner of the accurate articulate inherent

Deceptive
Limitations of reasoning


So - you foster doubt
As to who you are what it's about
Where we came from


What if this is it?
This parody of the human spirit

We follow through

Aghast in the machine

Trapped in the semblance of a dream
Of what he took


Transcendental religious experience
Examine the precarious sutures of reality
When you enter the prison of the mind

The same world and again you will be

Wilful spurious yearning for another


Alien distortion possessing the body
Witness the voice in abhorrent dimensions

Subdue and transform obscene agency

The toll of pain endure the face

In time's illusion
Entranced in future visions bleak


Their blade scars echoes in our sleep

Remember as you enter

Into the age of affliction
The purpose of the will
Is to triumph in adversity


Ritual
Of the mirror image

Of the mirror act
Of the mirror of man