Last Harangue Of The Unchained Mind

Let me cross the frontiers of pity

Momentarily before I join with air

Let me bow the incidental matter

For the cycle of birth and death

The end of every entity

Is a fraction of the wheel of life

And the wistful eternity

Could drive to insanity

Discontinuous is salutary

My senses grow cleaner

When my life appears to be an illusion

Or maybe it’s fear of A.I.

Fomenting my alleged flesh?

Technological puppets

Holding hands of the false leaders

Trusting their lives to the immaterial beings

With blind hope in the eyes

Honour every tear

Mark all the reversals

Destroy the fear within

Admire every drop of blood whelmed by the ground

And we shall become free of all primal fears

We will find the balmy water on the desert of life

And we will die with heads held high

This is victory above alleged higher powers

Is mind itself able to change the future view of existence?