Laminated Candor

Let the stars decide the motive Each moment filters through the soil Time ferments plenty, eleventy Eventually divinity is extinct Modified instinct of evolution The quality of life is defrosting Humans were not always in a herd The absurd word coated logic, tragic... Under a mound in the ground In death we dwell Buried closer to hell Than we are in "heaven" Recycled perception Protected wisdom, a shift in standard Laminated Candor Laminated Candor Laminated Candor The voices relent As I step against the throne With soul in hand Glazed in the blood of Improvised victory Provoking the faith To reveal its truth To reveal its worth Empty, hollow, non-existing Only took death To find the truth