Broad Daylight Misanthropy

"Void, through kaleidoscope eyes

Reveals no earthly reflection

Shining Black, Shining white

In the Spheres of finite perception

Bounded by flesh in theory

Unleashed through great words of wisdom

Emptiness clings to logical rules

A Void that was born of reason"

"There is no Image, nor shape nor form

Just Tracts of flesh slumbering deeper and deeper

IN BROAD DAYLIGHT MISANTHROPY

Void is crowned the Victor"

"I doubt there was ever a temple

No force behind colours, no magic

Collective bliss, the absolute peace

In Broad daylight Deceit"

Hail the hollow BODY BELIEF!

Hail the fake Clever Design!"

Coiled the pitch black NOTHING

Blooms in the king's Misanthropy

... A Wounded wolf, the once gracious Descarte

A devoted servant of reason

Had now realised this world won't ever change

The Empire of Mind is Utopian