The Order Of Destiny

The walls ripple... closing in...

Driven forth... transcending streams of consciousness

As reason oppresses instinct

Departure draws near until end

That first and only certainty

And cause, some random inheritor of our misguided designs

Not adorned with

Except for the few who dare to visit this place

Never to be staid in unquestioned days

But to roam free

Shattering the banal conclusion

Difference brings disrepute

All anarchic flood of rage

And fate may forsake

For the journey twists as you had it planted

The seeds of what is ought

Misfortune lurking every crevice

Of this crooked quest

Frameworks

Paths of truth and life

Nothingness

Only what we may become