I shoot my shot and I miss But I keep movin along Since that's all there is My normalcy transpires, Fallacies and fires Never thought to inquire Where, in the world, my soul is. Its about time I reconcile The burning flesh that I devour Cannibalism, self sexualization, Disgust for my own admiration God I can't take it anymore! Please come knocking at my door. God run through my aches and pains. My feet are sore, my hair is ripped apart, I cant even begin to start Where love is. Where love is. Sense my soul, Someone, please hold, I tell you one last thing I bought her a ring And yet she rejected My soul was ejected Crushed and eclectic I was rejected I was rejected. Please let me live, Please let me live.
The lie
Presented as scientific
Presented as intellectual
Homo Sapien
Homo Faber
Man the wise
Man the maker
Truly belittling
Autonomy and transcendence
Apparent in description
Homo sapien and homo faber
Perverted the idea of autonomy
Existentialism as the cornerstone
A transcendence above reality
The trauma of constraint within our minds
Made us feel the need to escape
We were bound by none other
Than the slave morality
That Nietzsche perverted in its definition
A retribution? No, an individuality.
Slavery is to the individual
As trauma is to the human
Interchangeable
Equal in refinement
Potent in solitary confinement
Systemically imposed on ourselves
The man is not the maker
The man is the lost
The man is not the creator
The man is the reshaping
The man is not transcendent
The man is transcendent to himself only
Reshaping the human identity
As one of an acceptance of loss
Necessary in our grievance with the traumatic impact of existence itself
One of snark being the sole remainder
In a hope for stability
Man
The traumatized automata
The exception seeker
Bound by the perspective of himself
And his neighbors
Traumatized by constraint in an unconstrained world.
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