Is there knowledge

we shouldn’t know

veil of ignorance

in a shadow

flame of experience

burns below

psychoanalytic

sideshow

based on knowledge

we should not know

Beware this soul

dipped in insanity

it seeks revenge

on all humanity

Hated memories

demonic torture

no moral compass

eternal scorcher

Plane of delirium

road oft travelled

hopeless thoughts

life unraveled

Fractured reality

shattered mind

makes demons

easier to find

Seeing the sublime

in the infamous

and greatness in

the subversive

We seek not

the blasphemous

but find ourselves

to be obtrusive

The power of

their divining rod

pulls the screams

from the mime

Killing must feel

good to god

as he does it

all the time

Penetrate

the inky darkness

liquid pools

of moonlight

shedding difficulties

of cognitive dissonance

thus allowing

the unconscious mind

to focus upon

attaining dominance

The mutation of consciousness within the social matrix is often affected by dogma. Which can aid cultural evolution which breeds growth that assists in combating viruses of the mind, teaching good practices enabling knowledge transfer. Therein helping to identify pseudoscience, preventing the reproduction and distribution of ideas that discourage philosophic cultural learning.

©️MJA

Reality disturbed

Sideshow reflections

Questions arise

Deep, breathing

Rhythmic heartbeat

Temperatures rise

Within the mirror

Did you see

Unwanted compromise

Were you shocked

Perhaps disgusted

Or felt otherwise

Disappointed conclusion

Unclean thoughts

Innocence demise

Dark omens

Growing madness

Evil will proselytize

Created problems

Reactions condign

Fate encroaches

Humanity’s decline

Useless suffrage

Purposeful design

Corruption obvious

Society supine

Political coercion

Media malign

Continued belief

Must disincline

The propaganda

We must confine

Town square

Free speech’s lifeline

Trusting government

Simply asinine

Quest for answers

Truth and lies intertwine

In vino veritas

There’s truth in wine

Suffering whispers

from happiness

that elusive bitch

she teases

while issuing

promises of grandeur

hinting at

peace of mind

what absolute bullshit

happiness cannot

compete with

life itself

as it will

force feed you shit

expecting you

to ask for seconds.

In moments of silence

hope sneaks in

offering

the weak-minded

reconciliation

while silently

pushing towards

the abyss

one step further

from the insanity

of life

pirouetting

into the void

and to the freedom

of death.

The pressure to evolve

Grow in punitive strength

Become more powerful

A higher wavelength

Mortals don’t understand

Live merely to exist

They’ll simply follow me

I’m a godly theurgist

I fear I am a god

As my power unfurls

Now I am become death

The destroyer of worlds

Purifying chaos within my conscious mind instigates the mystery of iniquity. Clarification of specific prophecies is propagating a heavy fog of uncertainty in my judgments of good and evil. While in the realm of my unconscious the proliferation of abstract paradoxes lowers the veil of ignorance. Creating a pattern of highly contentious surreal thinking in this dichotomous plane of delirium.