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The Fallacy Of Death [ A disDAIN And Naajir Collab ]
1 Corinthians 15:55
(KJV)
"O death, where is thy sting?...O grave, where is thy victory?"
Seeming, like a permanent ending to a casual stay
Much to the chagrin and palpable tension
Vigorously living, within our dismay
Disillusioned, and Afraid...Of what we're witnessing
...Decomposition & decay
Deliberately misrepresenting, the author of our fate
Here today and gone tomorrow, leaving sorrow in its wake
For both, the meek and the proud, to get carried away
Corralled on the shores of Hades, off the banks of Sheol
Under false pretenses, beneath a mysterious shroud
We've been left there, in-waiting...Unclaimed, and disavowed
But that's just right now
For you see, there will be a day...
When the erstwhile indignity, of your turnstile indemnity
...Will no longer take place
When we can bypass your gates, and come & go as we please
When the scheme of your so-called finality
...Will be relieved, with the ease of a supreme reality
That we're really free...
Released from the calamity of our very first mistake
Agreeing in principle, to be new curious apes
So of course we ate plenty, even that which He forbade
With our act of disobeying being construed as a threat
It was not!
We placed our wager, because you made us bet
We tasted the good and digested the bad
When we could've dined from the Tree of Life instead
Not making excuses, though it could be said, \
That our choice was nothing more than entrapment
Or some form of sadistic satisfaction, for a masochistic need
To Bless The Lord, My Soul to Keep
Sweep up, and take in a vacuum
Back to exactly where we found you
As a temporary distraction
Retaliating, by exacting manufactured revenge
With infinite, punitive attempts at retribution
That we never quite get use to, though we reconcile with this delay
Knowing what awaits...
Our inevitable escape, through time & through space
Above these dream-like dimensions
Eternally living, internally winning...As was intended
In flawless harmony, without Death intervening or misleading our way
But here we are still
Abiding by the Reaper's guiding principles
Didn't know we were invincible
It did...seem sensible..yeah?
So many funerals
So many caskets and urns
Everyone waiting...anticipating their turn
To be buried or burned as the priest mockingly mediated
The devout hoping they haven't deviated
Too far into deviant behavior
Singing Psalms of a past due savior
Til the guilty heart is alleviated
The fornicating mind inebriated
Numb to that punitive diminutive feeling left by
Those collective thoughts of a nasty death
Hovering about riding a pale horse
Peeking through an ominous shroud
Can the intelligent and the intuitive scout
Beyond the clouds and see....?
There never was an intermission to this...
The theater of the Soul
No intervention of the script.....ure
Just a clever invention of a word
It's intended intention to hold the will ransom
And yet seemingly at random
Here we are beating time...biding time
Cloaked under the fear of yet another fallacy
So disrespectful how it just callously dumped us here
In the blink of an aye
Or was that the wink of an eye?...catch that?
Now think on that lie while
Masturbating fraudulent seeds of knowledge in a pool of amnesia
Shouting empty toasts sans ambrosia's famed chalice
Hence our unexplained underlying malice
Our Achilles's heel..a nagging hindrance
The 3rd eye seeking Truth without remembrance
Just stupid immortals who forgot as soon as we
Came through mama's portal..
Following our blind insistence
On something non existent
Incognizant of the tongue in cheek humor
The rumor of its persona being so ghoulish
With imposing cowl and scythe
Left us feeling so foolish
Living in such despair and loathing
Within this collusion of illusions
Which was never an exit..never an entrance
Just hue mans entranced..
As we dance diligently to the tune of
The fallacy of Death
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