Sublime

 
I won the lottery today.
I sought the things everyone would say;
Then I found myself in a world of hate,
That I myself will create.

Feel like I’m safe;
And  I do like I’m exempt,
From all the strafe;
Of all of what society can create.

Darkness will reign;
Thats all I’ve seen;
Darkness will reign;
There’s no sublime.

When there is nothing to gain,
But jadedness and blame;
There is nothing but shame
Trust me there is nothing to gain.

What a lonely day I will have,
When I might not wield this staff;
Of such power you think I have
And have become this powerful half.

Well this has become quite an anomaly;
And I think that I’m part of the Trinity.
Now I am everything but godly,
Even though people try to tell me otherly.

Well to others it was obvious,
But not to me I was oblivious;
Stuck in this sect of such a meticulous,
Bit of thinking that I thought was miraculous.

Yet still I find my self on an elevated plane,
Where I know I will fall at least from sane;
Though, I can’t complain
When I land though, I’llI have no need to maim;

Cause I’m still stuck in this insane,
Bit of an ascertained
Thought that I believed I gained,
 From these sorts of things I’ve sustained.

And in the end I will likely find,
That I’m still just left behind;
Cause keeping myself held up high
Will only cause my own demise.