Ad arbitrium

Always, at will, strive towards the higher things,  
do not seek any honor in material rewards,  
this pointless craving turns normal men to rabid dogs,    
repeating their poisonous routines until sickness is born,  
for this is their only line of common reasoning,  
so accustomed to have hate, making love empty.  
 
Do the great masters all become contempt?  
Of course not, almost daily they shed their skin,  
with such pleasing words while teasing teachings of treason,  
I recall the bards of black dogs sang within my house of lords,  
holding onto dear life playing their stupid bass horns,  
sitting on saw logs while all thinking of God.  
 
Blasphemy, God is not in a Dog!  
Is not negligence also disrespect,  
instead take the bull by the horns,  
where mortal sin is somehow born from kin,  
taking a hollow path and cherry picking swords,  
weasels like you have almost killed the beauty in Eden.  
 
I may be bleeding but I will not be beaten,  
I stride on seeing a light in that there log,  
I float around it cards laced with herbs,  
truth will pour from every pour, sounds shall be hectic,  
so lay down with me and ease your limbs,  
my sergeant at arms with help us take turns.  
 
Putting in place the law of diminishing returns,  
toying and twisting duality that leads to freedom,  
do what you think your feeling, the strings-  
dancing in their own magical league,  
a grand epic! But what's this your still skeptic?  
Does equality seem to cause hurt and disturb?  
 
Please then do your own research,  
you will see what shall emerge,  
become a detective or just be authentic,  
normally I would gladly light the beacon,  
it shall shine and outlast this battle fatigue,  
but you must learn to experience everything.  
 
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Embedded onto electrical surges by Infernus,  
Inspired greatly by all great works I have seen and heard.  
 
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