So strong in unsupported convictions you build
Miniature devices of vices made to keep
You perfectly subjugated subdued and free
In soma sleep. Hungry, you retreat to the heap.

Your flawless world grows like seeds on hydroponics
packaged into portable delusions ready
For distro but they all deny you profit no
They dont dare dive into your fanciful eddy.

How does it feel to puff on your own filth and choke?
Being the only one to hold his head far up…
Orifices- psuedo enchanted places?
Prepare yourself and embrace failure when you flop.

Knowing your personal demons by name and rank,
Do you truly expect divine providence from
The one you betrayed and defied, denied, disowned?
Only you face fire when conflagrations come.

Written by Raucous