Beyond Reason
Stirring cauldrons of cataclysm
And with ladle full
The storm of deception has fallen
From tounge to voice to fool.
Born is this entity, a monster of sorts
And to this monster we grant
Entrance to our ports,
To say what is not seen,
To freely facilitate the false,
To set the junket of jargon,
And celebrate its lose.
We venture down roads in rage,
We question not the cause,
And ignore the coming page.
We march with word above purpose
And act with a dark age.
We seek not an end,
We wait for apologies,
That the monster will never send
Time will undo
What hubris did spawn
And what once was broken
Will return triumphant in the dawn.
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