I am a sentient being
born and bred of divinity
free from deluded dreams
of transient superiority

my soul is a napalm bomb
riding the wave
the cosmic strain
of Shakti's astral plane
raping your brain
with pious shame
orchestrating symphonies of pain
self invoked
a culture choked
by their own venom
as dictated by the senate

we are the instruments of our own demise
and suffering breeds within the lies
of subjugation
purification
while we perpetuate a paradigm of lives
separated by the differences seen through our eyes
sexuality, religion, race and gender
of our culture got me going on a bender

only the false self will try to label lives
but flesh and blood can't be categorized
raise your cerebral hemisphere
to another level free from fear

the prana frequency flows with ease
aboloshing the energy of our disease
this blind hatred a preconceived form of salvation
come judgment day ascends the inception of your damnation

self grandeur
it's necrotic
blatantly toxic
because an impotent and fractured mental frame
is insane
too blind to see
that I'm exposing the hypocrisy
of grandiose self perceived
omnipotence bought without a fee

the sacrament of your bigotry
dissolved to pieces
smashed to ashes
so apathetic to inequality
it's sacreligious but their blind to see
the effect of catatonic passivity

it's ripping the rope
from which you choke
baring your bones
and eating your soul

apparently
you all believe
to have found God in "me"
so you're designing reality
based on biases born to set you free
from bearing witness to your own shortcomings
can you see your sin?
cause that's what I'm drowning in

the macrocosm within your frame
must have imploded and deceased your brain
to believe your womb birthed the temple beneath our feet
and burning brim in flawless grace
blessed our souls to feast

the self righteous stand
raising pious hands
on the backbones of our fellow man
the judge rides in
on a wave of death and sin
eating the wise
too proud to perceive their own demise

I am a sentient being
born and bred of divinity
free from deluded dreams

apparently
you all believe
to have found God in "me"
so you're designing reality
based on biases born to set you free
from bearing witness to your own shortcomings
can you see your sin?


This is what stood out the most for me... a humbling experience indeed...

Awesome write....

Awesome...

Paradoxical, angry...Good job!!...and you're right, "Flesh and blood can't be categorized".

We left the porch light on for you, welcome home!

I feel like humility is a lost art, sometimes we all need to be knocked down a peg or two. Thank you for the read and comment

Not a lost art, just less appreciated by more....My paradoxical take on humility

So true, it's a trait that often sits on the sidelines because these days, there doesn't seem to be a lot of value seen in it.