Conquered within a barless cage
Declared a domicile by the prophet
Unholy yet wears the guise and owns the stage
And as you reflect you regret your regret.
Did you ever realize
As the sorcerer begins to whisper
The secrets to reclaiming their lives
Human innocence hidden in the clamour
Take yourself away to a broken dream
Where you lay, a mourned man
And in your purgatory there is a relative seam
Through time and space a vision of entirety.
Back down, on the dreamscape
This is the church of knowledge after death
When it is too late the mind goes to a quiet place
Revalation to climactic effect.
There lies a hollow cadaver
Devoid of any soul
Taken to a field where long grass sways
As the complacent winds drone
In pathetic death there is no judgement
Only a taunting knowledge
That what you always wanted to know,
You knew.
Thoughts collect in a well of sorrow
Sorrow not of remorse but of second thoughts
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