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from rime of the prescient mana, vol. 1 by ozmodic

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yo this world is a str8 fuktup place
human rights ignored with rapid pace
got me adorned with a damn rabid face
im grabbin spaaace but it always escapes
guess there’s no room for destiny or fate
so fuck that human rights dance-off
people suck alright we get it okay
they do horrible things every day
every way you never could begin to convey
so why even attempt in the first place?
it’s the worst place but hey when in Rome–
get a case of permanent Stockholm Syndrome!
almost as inane as a firmament and a dome
but y’all already know my concerns with tomes
of haunted wisdom actin as the throne
well im blastin past all those koans
just fairy tales humans got on loan
from another culture cos we steal, not own
ever since cro magnon didn’t make a cave his home
if you got it I want my own
keepin up with the joneses and all the rest
im str8 sweepin up shit to own this breath
cos we sure ain’t no Abel, more like Seth
a mere replacement in the stead of a lost regret
to forget that we were actually Set
and what tore us apart was our debt:
an imaginary position of power to project
our wills on those who would reject
the narrative we elected to erect
but that debt was never forsooth
diametrically opposed to the truth
but from the sky, a falcon’s eye
challenges the throne as if to decry
our inherent right to pretend and lie
and defend what existed before our crimes
like thinking we ever owned other minds
usurp the throne and you might find
that the throne will defend itself just fine
with an Eye over the world biding its time
Humanity onerously redeemed unseen signs
against greater adversaries imaginary
never sighted temporarily
set etched through winding hours
only words, initiating new showers
if you waiting the answer is the Eye
staring through the quanta you occupy
red herrings aplenty in disguise
but this guise is an illusory device
just a shell to placate the needs of Mind
thrice the thrice great still couldn’t define
any particular meaning beyond the rhyme
but that don’t mean you wouldn’t find
a hint of intent within how strokes align
condense the wit and wisdom inside
mercurial for a moment as so designed
long enough to make you want to guess
but the truth is simply what you profess
some sense of consensus in egress
regress to the way humanity enslaved
free will and then made this world our way
yo there ain’t right or wrong for me to say
no moral quandaries here today
you know you doing wrong when you do it
without a third party to come misconstrue it
and excuse the shit excuse my wit
excuse my brief moment of intense
reflection on the sense of establishment
banish these thoughts lest they inhabit this
world and begin to renew the tryst
Set to forget but do you remember yet?
the meaning scratching at your soul I bet
you never saw the crimson threads
interconnecting everything from the head
I’m better off alive than dead or so they said
but I’m just here to bring perspective instead
just another fool to swear at the rest
and get lost cos I cate too much to jest
This all a joke but im serious at best
it's mysterious i guess why experience this blessed
perspective unless it's what I've given to attest
A testament to the rest forgotten in the west
while the sun sets burnin up all the mess
waitin to renew the word is what's left
What's next, place a bet and we'll check ya guess
this world will only ever be what you let
it exist as within your head, let it be said
reality is only a thought that you've bred
into existence so don't forget your power
why lust for more to devour?
you've already got an infinity at hand
what more could be left for you to demand?
you made all of this according to your plan
this is your magnum opus, your command
your escape into your own mind to ascend
so don't pretend that it won't come again
within the sin and without the wind
pushing through your vocal cords to rescind
speak your magick and let it rend
reality to the exacting standards of your whim
the only God that exists is within
creating the moments that you condemn
You've forgotten that you were in control
so you tried to take it on as a role
but you're diggin deep in your hole
no light left to set on your soul
until you let yourself pay the toll
that will let you finalize your goal
actualize your Whole self and be bold
this world is your canvas, so take hold

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from rime of the prescient mana, vol. 1, track released October 6, 2018

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