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It is within me

the rage to find it

SEARCH

the lights are dimming

      the secrets concealed

in the webs of dense vines

         the intricate maps

and roadways into jungle

all unsettling

        a land undisturbed

by humanity

          it’s a sacred beauty

    a dream of Eden

            we can never find

Yeah, I’m searching

Yeah, I’m digging

            I’m going to and thru Hell

                 to find the oath

the way of the world

           holiness of free will

         as my eyes open

                  to the morning

      and sunshine radiates

              the feverish pitch

all my deities were

                    slaughtered

              by the press

            the iron will

        of survival

unperturbed by

          frantic frustration

why is all question

              and no answer

unacceptable

          to human survival?

as such I

           do not know

       what can be done

   the lush atmosphere of luxury 

           is merely a hoax

    that we bit into

and now our shame

          and embarrassment

     is too great

for us to admit

          It is and always has been

                   our ultimate undoing