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Salvage the Self
I posit;
Your life positions consciousness
and consciousness makes sense of your life.
These intertwined forces,
Could see you live in remorse,
Or see meaning to your close.
So it stands that a man's salvation
lays solely within himself.
Those foretold hells
and promised heavens
are projected through ones eyes own.
A single man's fate is gifted
in terror or in blessing
from his brain.
At each crack of dawn
with first light to your eyes drawn,
you read it as pleasure or pain.
If happiness is a state of being,
and your mind, but a tool,
then heaven is still reachable
with your very own self to fool.
For hell is our own birthright
with waves to come on through.
Exultation or manipulation?
They're easy to misconstrue.
You may never rid those demons
that perch upon your whole.
You must be ruler in your courtroom
and repel the poison they throw.
Their leering, jeering stains
that have long discoloured your lens,
need not be merited
if you are able to credit
realisation of their gall.
In sedating those dastardly demons,
your dullness will subdue.
With your consciousness filtered
your life may progress through.
Yet when of their success?
Their breeding like bacteria,
Infesting every stimuli to be broken down,
Turned to condemning torture?
Rage, I tell you.
Pray do not lay heavy under weight.
Expel the millions, one by one.
Fight for your humanity.
Your life is seen through consciousness,
and consciousness manipulates it so.
Whilst the better may be achieved tomorrow,
You shall not arrive there timely.
There is no benchmark for your successes,
But an infinite struggle of self.
Fight for the one that rules you
Fight for you in and all.
Heaven is the goal,
With hell
A looming promise.
