Degradation - Denominate

In a material world, we undervalue ourselves

Distorted worship, identified as life

Forgotten, natural beauty, and death

Unilateral falsity, polarity

Contrasting between the shades

Friction caused by our relentless

Dependance of control

Whipped ever onward

By the masters scourge

Carnal pleasures linked impurely

To a supposed higher purpose

Commanded by an iron grip of fear

To make us unable to see what we’ve become

And what is meant to be

Become

Can’t I take a step back?

From the edge of this pit of hopeless recoil

Or leap over the abyss

To purify sins committed?

Virtues omitted, divinity castrated

No shortcuts in the hedge maze

Only thorns in the spirit

Forgotten, natural beauty, and death

Unilateral falsity, polarity

Contrasting between the shades

And therein we nurture

That insatiable ego

That rends deep and wounds

Not only the flesh

But the soul