Knowledge
This inner desire
To devour the unknown
This addiction that causes
My anxiety to thrive in my veins
This burning anger
This uncanny drive
That questions my creator that
Wishes to slap the chain on my brain
And kill such equisential thoughts
That so often question the logic of the human existence
That attacks the holy scriptures
On such fantastical sermons
That lack no foundation
Based on such mythical rhymes
Causes my brain cage to shake and quake
Spewing venom of hatred from your podium
Mouth wide and gushing with saliva
Slamming down another sermon
In the mouths of fools hunger for the truth
Nails peeling and ripping through the walls of the earth
To find this divine answer that is in the crack of our bones
That thrives on my vengeance of god
Eating pages
Drilling through the creavases of the earth finest sercets
To hold unto to this stability that I crave
My mind is library filled with books caked with dust
And heaving with blood
Bones encased around the binding preventing them to fall into the pit of nothingness
This disastrous course that
We began when we were younger
Deciphering words
And hanging uto human reason
When human reason
Is far from reason
This shivering feeling that is in our hands
That causes our skin to cut and tear
That drops the very liquid that turns red when hit with oxygen
That rusts our brain and causes us to recede our intelligent mind in a bookcase
Because we fear the answer to our questions will never satisfy us
This lust to find
And conquer and devour this unholy world
To make what is crooked
straight
To define the gravity of reality
To alter to perception
In order to gain perception
Peripheral vision slurred
And lead astray fear that are fingers
Will very quake at the answer we hold in the creases of universe
To journey to hell
And back
To conquest
What is left to quest
To break boundaries
And build walls
To tear down the matrix
In order
To reach reality
To latch unto the atmosphere
And not lose ourselves in the hemisphere
Of wandering thoughts
That is knowledge
The never ending cycle
Of tearing the world around us
To tear into the past
Present
Future
To gain an understanding
Of this foundation
We rest are feet and dead bodies
On
To seek the truth
The ugly truth