Labeled are we in relativity to that of serpents
Progressing pandemonium ensues in one’s own mind
When one questions the nature of existence
O, pleasures doth thou encase thy self within
The shackles of lust and gluttony bare a burdenous weight
The origins of liberation lie within neutrality
Total neutrality of the conscious energy
The wool hath been cast over our eyes
Plagued by the illusion of honesty and purpose
We follow the shepherd into the Lion’s den
This existence of such trivial repetition is waiting for the flame to be doused
Never shall we dine upon the scarlet fruit
We shall never faulter nor wither from way of light
We follow the shepherd into the Lion’s den
We follow our ancestors’’ footsteps into the graves
Dwelling in such monotony are the sheep of the Lion Labeled are we in relativity to that of serpents Progressing pandemonium ensues in one’s own mind When one questions the nature of existence O, pleasures doth thou encase thy self within The shackles of lust and gluttony bare a burdenous weight The origins of liberation lie within neutrality Total neutrality of the conscious energy The wool hath been cast over our eyes Plagued by the illusion of honesty and purpose We follow the shepherd into the Lion’s den This existence of such trivial repetition is waiting for the flame to be doused Never shall we dine upon the scarlet fruit We shall never faulter nor wither from way of light We follow the shepherd into the Lion’s den We follow our ancestors’’ footsteps into the graves Explain Request ×
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