THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[UnbornBuddha]

What are you two old men bickering about?
Whether the weather in the winter causes gout?
Keep the curiosity strong and let's figure it out
Navigate the trenches without our ego around.
Poor thing! I'm not denouncing you.
I just wish you never whisper a sound
Let the soul of the river just drown!
The kindling flame of the living devout--
Who've been sitting around goes out
In the moment of kidding around, we figure it out.
But, nothing changed, we're still in misery's crowd,
A dark shadow, whose allegory pisses you off.
We have two ears, one mouth, we must listen a lot
Or how else will we be able to hear our spiritual flaws.
The demons of God have you kneeling in awe
It's the ritual of love. The visuals we love
The pictures of us while drenched in literal blood.
The physical laws governing us consider them with serious thought.
Most theories revolve about our need to evolve,
Creatures who flux between evil and love.
The underlying drive is our favorite hero's applause.
Existential crisis what a load of quasi-nonsense.
Abandon light just to explore my shadow's conscious
Society's magical contents is a fabric of our depth.
The need to cleanse this vile apparition is a desirous addiction.
The fires of ambition propel our being's vibrant condition.
Anyhow, I possess multiple styles of volition
Each to break free from the binds and constrictions.
This breaking free doesn't require religion
In fact, anarchy is the vision for our Utopian release.
I'm a walking corpse of disease,
But my self-esteem is so high even the Lord isn't holier than me.
It's the principle really, like what underlies the order of thieves,
A free and easy wanderer living by disorderly means
Quantum leap through endless chiliocosms reborn so bleak.
Landing in immortality's reef, where floating quarks are seen.
In short, the kind of defeat I'll pummel you with is sort of for free.