The Seeker's Dungeon

Undetectable, over the years it builds…
an immunity to spirituality’s shield
Freedom’s imposter wears the mask of my will
Feigning impunity as the soul seals the deal

Left in the wreckage are projection’s lies,
a catatonic mind lost behind worldly eyes
Everything known is everything inside;
therein lies the root of everything despised

More than the sum of those reckless pieces;
more than the plane of one lost existence;
beyond the carnal cycles of elation and bane,
a holding of supreme elevation still reigns

Woven into the ranting and raving malarkey –
a straining vibration against mankind’s lethargy;
the hush of the noise when spirits are freed;
the rush of the joy when barren eyes see

But we fight and we fight and we fight against love,
turn our backs on the notion of grace from above
Answers are sought through the lids of the blind,
living like there is…

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