Why Kundalini Aint the Key and Moloch Aint My Master

i felt like an adult, and i guess i was, but barely; old enough to feed myself, but still on mother's dairy. struggling to find the cost of the intrinsic value of my state, i pieced together my emotional standing and found it rather reprobate. with a lack of responsibility throughout the span of my formative years, i had rendered myself unable to repent as i relapsed into my fears. and so, i sought deliverance, from the pyres of my youthful and foolish hearth, and as i dug, i found that hidden wisdom buried in the earth. at first, i thought, 'this suits me', as it played my every chord, from desires and temptations to convictions from a lord. and this knowledge was truly wisdom, but on a dually-inverted scale, for the wisdom within was the insight i gained on the substance of a god known as ba'al. so yes, my eyes were opened to the multi-dimensional essence of life, and yes, i've learned the symbols and even acted out the rites, and yes, at a time, i dedicated my ardor to the pursuit of what gratifies, but in the midst of my enlightening and the opening of my third eye, i realized- i'm only half in control of any contract or bet. and at that, i was bought at a price i did not set. so, i am destined for a role that i haven't filled yet, and cannot thwart what has, since time, been set.