Myopia

"Beware the comfort of your minds, Halls filled with echoes. Resist the temptation of canon, Deadlock of dogma. By faith we conquer ourselves - Doomed runts of sanity. Amassing casualties like a plague - The way of myopia. Constricting perspective, narrowing sense. Contemptuous sneer as the frame starts to rot. By faith do we conquer, doomed runts of sanity. The way of myopia. Please ignore quiet sobs, these laments in the dark. Token acts to appease unpolitely declined. Absorbed in irrelevance. Soothed by a fetish. Rank fascination. Nothing can pacify. Let this shell fall to blight, a weakening cage. When the cell doors all warp, deliverance scorned. Possess curiosity, Allow its light to guide. Expect yourself to err, Heralding improvement. Question your keepers. Question your protectors. Question your comforters. Question your consolers"