My Becoming - Manufacturer's Pride

My mind is folded in finest silks wrought of disease and perversion

Visions of excitement I see require utmost aversion

No law, no man made edict can stand in the way of my becoming

Notwithstanding, on the verge of breaking out of my confides

While my hand is stayed my imagination works it’s own renditions

The stage is set all props erect, strip the figure of concession

No law, no man made edict can stand in the way of my becoming

Notwithstanding, on the verge of breaking out of my confides

The waves of madness hit hard on the shores of reason

For a split second I’m almost drowned in sheer volition

For this time, for a while harnessed fire inside

Enmity intensified, exceeding it’s own design

Degradation as emotion, demanding devotion

Increasing inflammation

Bending my back to kneel before it Forcing me into servitude

No law, no man made edict can stand in the way of my becoming

Notwithstanding, on the verge of breaking out of my confides

The waves of madness hit hard on the shores of reason

For a split second I’m almost drowned in sheer volition

The darkness falls, leaving a false twilight of hope

With no remorse at the final hour I let go