Titan - Eye of the Enemy

I awaken

Turn epiphanies into tragedies

Stay unshaken

As the valleys and peaks

Start to tremble and creak

Bow

Before the dirt starts falls

Suspended by tension

Taut between reason and

Laws I ignore

I implore you to abhor

I am your reasoning, I am your faults

I am coherence and dissonance making you whole

Making you more than results

All your gods

Lay their weapons at my feet

I’m the epitome of sweet misery

(And antipathy)

Cowed

By a form wrought sublime

Suspected dimensions

Made impossible by design

Maddening and byzantine

I am a priori, I am the precedent

I am the preference and precepts of all that’s existent

I AM MAGNIFICENCE

All your gods

Lay their weapons at my feet

I’m the epitome of sweet misery

All my gods

All the weight they place on me

I’m the epitome of antiquity

I’m your tabula rasa

On which you etch excuses