Dissipated Ritual (Lies Of The Emperor) 06900

From the spoken word album Puissance -1 by Big-Hired Assassin

i’m sick again

$ dwelling in the outer depths of treason.
i have found an answer to this uncanny conflict.
simplicity has burdened me.
throughout this journey of endless vision,
i’ve encountered specific standards placed upon, by themselves,
the mortal men.

an evaluation by the finest
$ most distant envious individuals.

one must question their existence.

how is it that we will know when it’s over,
when it is time to retire $ join those whom we have lost?

how will we know when our missions
are complete?

how will we know when our purpose
for roaming (roman) this impious
$ outspoken world is complete?

this palace of execution

just how can i find what it is
that i am looking for
when every time i’m close
it becomes dissonant
undiscovered
$ sealed over
by some huge $ invisible force shield
which cannot be penetrated.

would you be happier if i continued
to chase this miracle
or have you lost faith
that miracles can even happen?

not that i’d blame you

i have eyes.

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