A / Aeon / Last Harangue Of The Unchained Mind
Let me cross the frontiers of pity Momentarily before I join with air Let me bow the incidental matter For the cycle of birth and death The end of every entity Is a fraction of the wheel of life And the wistful eternity Could drive to insanity
Discontinuous is salutary
My senses grow cleaner When my life appears to be an illusion Or maybe it’s fear of A.I. Fomenting my alleged flesh? Technological puppets Holding hands of the false leaders Trusting their lives to the immaterial beings With blind hope in the eyes
Honour every tear Mark all the reversals Destroy the fear within Admire every drop of blood whelmed by the ground
And we shall become free of all primal fears We will find the balmy water on the desert of life And we will die with heads held high This is victory above alleged higher powers
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