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The most unyielding law has now been compromised That which dictates the separation of knowing Of the existence of forces and planes lying in wait From the disinformed intelligence of the living. And the reasoning of this law so strictly enforced That actions under its unambiguity Would greatly differ from that of conventional ways If seen through the looking glass of new relativity. From the eye that looks down upon us with amusement, That indulges in our continued difficulties made To expose the inner most core of our living nature In our confusion as its masquerade. For if behind that eye resides unlimited strength, Then that power was decisively utilized To give our need of breath and deny our knowledge of death Of which the latter has now been compromised.
In a dream that was questionably not one at all,
I breached beyond that lake of impossible distance
Unto the sands of a dark and deserted shore
To find not one foot but a thousand separate foot prints.
Now I, though not one to follow frequented courses,
Was compelled by my curiosity at such things
To let them lead me in their unified direction
That I might find where resides these fallen kings.
And while in my hunt in strangest land I found an end
Of prints, of sand, of even the strange, outstretched land
That my toes curled upon its thinnest edge for peering head
To train eyes upon the Abyssal below where I stand.
Whatsoever bore those prints did take their separations
Daringly from the land so illusionary to fall
Into the entrance of seemingly endless descention
Within a place that was questionably not one at all.
From doubts of this place being in actuality
My fear remained where it does when it waits
And little did it stir when it heard of my intensions
To leave of this planet springboard into darkened fates.
Off its ledge I ran and passed the event horizon
Where my feet did fall flat upon the vertical floor
That spiraled down before me 'til unseen
'Til it opened on Elysium evermore.
But when I knelt to look I discovered the truth
The actual truth in its impersonation of ground
That what held me was nothing but naked phrases
Of words that rattle a mind loose once a thought made sound.
A discovery unparalleled in human history
I read answers to questions even yet to be asked
In a feast for my eyes my mind digested
And I shall tell you of the awful truth unmasked.
As it read: The laws set forth so deliberately,
So strictly, so universal that not in secret
Nor in confederation of ideas may falter these
For in itself is this power made and it shall keep it.
I found where it read of my position in the Great Expansion
That my small universe was not one but one of many
Of spherical ripples amid substantial nothingness
Which each embodies its own unique reality.
My life is contained within that sphere in still tides,
The sub-section level of condemnation,
Serving a sentence for unknown previous deeds
Within the hell that is this world was the revelation.
For what good would be a hell if it were known to be?
This is the world of confusion and an absent God,
Where beauty only exists to taunt and then decay,
Of pain, of nakedness and hunger, and being called human.
Across Kidron Brook from Tim Schell © 2002 New Reign Recordsi
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