Into the depths of their rabbits holes they go

Believing what fits their agenda

So that they may cast projections of their own

Through sightless eyes things are never what they appear

But a semblance

Phenomenon to those too far out and those too far near

Betwixt lesser men and greater gods

Bleak are the altars of fairness

Where all bow before their foremost frauds

The admonished transgress by

The misconceptions of their place

Like fork-tongued ophidians

Disclosing two masks for every face

Beyond the dark of night is where we transcend

Pursuing lures of light, let us begin again

Lying above and flying below

Circulating within the soul's corruption

What is once broken shall again be whole

Unchaining stigmas from the mind's abduction

Distort the realms of time, to our will it shall bend

Dispel what is left behind

For I shall seek no end

Let it be these beasts that will come for me

Severing shackles from my body's thrall

Powerless to their excuse of indignity

It is within the center where we will find the balance of all