It was I who they found confusion in
Betraying all that's known, disproving them
Spirits high enveloped by the jubilant
Broke new ground by improving them.
Such ability is dangerous, tears congruence amiss
How dare one be so self centered & intuitive
Comparative to the worst of revolutionists
Mistaken for nothing more than a mere illusionist
Life is simpler by not admitting who is which
Being able to follow code rather than renew the script
Luminescent lies shine brighter than truth can get
Why change sights when such proof exists?
Who would dare think it would transmute to this?
The inability to grow, is the ability of conclusiveness
A disability brought forth by elusive sense
Betrayal in light of what changed, views of dissonance
May they collapse upon each other soon...
And their mistakes teach other buffoons
And as those flames rise & breed such aloof
It will be harder for them breathe amongst the room
And as I hang above and watch each of them consumed.
I know they will see what could have been or might be.
Now they know the future shouldn't be taken lightly.
