THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[UnbornBuddha]

I've come to find what's demonic follows light.
At first, this revelation left my conscious horrified
Until I acclimated by letting its contents override-
All of mine. Feels like I'm on overdrive,
Over time, I start to suffer by-
Becoming the sanctuary where the monsters hide.
When did I eschew my humanness,
And become this monstrous prototype?
Perhaps, in my embryonic time where I depended on my mother's life.
Agonized by the thought of her homicide,
My tumultuous mind caused the apocalypse to multiply.
Divine soul of mine, why have you allowed this unholy crime?
With nowhere to go I went ahead and cauterized my eyes,
This side of blind is maddening.
Earth shattering timeless patterning where atoms split;
Oppenheimer imaginings where no Japan exists.
We're the sum of an outdated mathematic myth,
Which is what we use to calculate half our shit.
Essentially, we're fragmented beings embedding craftiness
Just to have a comforting sense of happiness. Synthetic flashiness.
Can you fathom the incredible massiveness of what will we develop after this?
Let the incredulous answer this, and let it become their sentimental masterpiece.
Cemented forever as the key into the gateway of their mental agony.
The relief we are all looking for does not share our anatomy.
I present you despair and tragedy so you can wear it happily.
If not, how will you welcome death into your inherent family?
After all, your juice is running out, & no one runs on an eternal battery.