As far back as I can remember
I wanted to Know the Truth.
The capitals are for a reason
as there is a difference between
believing and feeling
as the former is poor sub
whilst the latter exists
as pure gnosis.
To many
with sacred cows they do cherish
the perspect sounds blasphemous
and they’ll go to great lengths
to ensure the deception they invest in
remains unchecked
unchallenged
and unquestioned.
Its a strange state of affairs
it is
but
back then
I didn’t guess the sketch
or the true shadows depth.
Now
I Know a little bit
about a little bit.
Meaning that what I guessed
back when
as the DKDK Principle
has been elucidated
in a relentless quest for gnosis.
What did I discover?
Pure wickedness.
Nothing more
nothing less.
Raw.
Direct.
If there is a Hell
then I’ve been there.
I was razed there
spelt correct
and yet
I ascend.
There is a twisted type of logic to this
a perverted intent that takes
immense pleasure from my suffering.
They all sport the same grin
which isn’t a surprise
as they share the same mind
between them
ergo
they are legion.
They do not forget
nor do they forgive as
they have no limits
they will not transgress.
They run everything in this bish
the whole show is theirs.
Or so they say
and would have you believe.
Do not expect a reprieve
as the concept of mercy is lost on them.
A cold, alien psyche
encased in human flesh
is the great deception
as I now comprehend
what Aristotle meant
which speaks on how long they’ve been
mingling among the peeps
pretending to be the same as thee
but, internally they disdain
hate and can’t wait to take
whatever they can grift
as their methods range
from blatant to subtle
often in the same instance
as they’re all fighting for the same thing
as
internally
they’re in a state of conflict
and always fighting for the win
but take on one
and the rest come running
which is a really strange thing to see
but not quite as weird as one energy
manifesting as various forms
that pick up where the other left off.
Kind of like the government, yes?
Or politics, to be more accurate.
How rarely the bird brained comprehend
what these two wings are linked to
in the mid
or how that was repped by
everything from logos to religious symbols
as they ain’t that creative
nor are the tricks new
but they certainly are effective
at selling ignorance as wisdom
to those plugged in.
Suddenly, the intent of a ghetto jit
to divine the authentic from the mess
that was the hand he was dealt
makes perfect sense
and this is why, my friend
I said I’m the first coal to become a diamond
in the modern realm
as the process is so forced and unnatural
that most crack in the oven
which never relents and was red hot
since you were a fetus
as they prepped the stage
perfect
then awaited your grand entrance
as they had the exit prepped
hence two brushes with death
before I’d started crawling
makes perfect sense, yes?
They say the bad men
keep the worse from the door.
In that sense there must be
another playa in this realm
that stops them going hell for leather
in the speculative and operative sense
on the rest
instead of just unleashing it
on the chosen ones
who choose themselves.
Maybe its just the Game
and the way its played?
Maybe there is something
that I just don’t get?
Or maybe the rhyme behind the reason
of these men who would be kings
is that its all built on deception
ergo the Truth
with capitalization
is anathema to them
and then it makes perfect sense
that if the masses accept decep
and nourish it with bloodshed
obviously the genuine remains
at a slight distance
hence the need for a quest
that the world will try and prevent.
To me it does.
Way more now than it ever did
and the scale of things is so immense
yet totally simple as well
because if it takes a nation of millions
to hold back an infant
the one who Knows the Ledge is
off rip
a threat
because they reconnect with Inner Sense
which reveals the Adulterated shell
for what it is
and that is why they detest the Truth
but dare not face it
and instead
circumvent in steps
snip snip
those are the short cuts
most don’t realize are missing
from the “official” script
as lies made big
and repeated often
are the hallmarks of tyrants in masquerade
and the Slaves who are scared stiff
will handsomely pay
the bad men
to keep the worse from the door
without stopping to comprehend
they are cousins in the end
and of one intent
that manifests by many faces
but go against one
and you must beat them all.
These are the scores on the doors
daubed red with blood
innocent
as far as I can tell
but
you shouldn’t believe a thing
because what is genuine to one
shouldn’t be authentic to another
on spec
without reality testing
and introspection
as that form of gospel
is how the fakes get it in
whereas the Truth stands alone
welcomes all challengers
and gives not an F about your feelings
as its ineffable
and
best of all
it protects me
everywhen.
Till we meet again
