Throne burdened

Slaves of mind

Eyes perceive

Muscles synced

To tremulant voices

To rhythms of hope

To lustful tones

To fear

High entity

Bears all causation

Illusion is cast

Counterfeit "perspective"

Reflecting "awareness"

Mimicking "fate"

Emulating "desire"

Simulant "strength"

Life is not forged

Life is pronounced

Wealth is the tongue

Forte is the throat

The path is railed

On track, we are blind

Thoracic propulsion

Visceral fuel

Will is sustenance

Freedom, a lens cap

Truth, a luxury

We are the ink

In the pen they hold

At the mint of souls

We rhyme

Then the page ends