Of Strife of Discord

Of times enshrouded was this lot’s cast
Conceived as notion then seen as set
The faceless leads a grey existence
Defined by its silent acquiescence
The one aspect that festers languidly
Recalcitrant is the mindset
The whole plane believes only this way
Unyielding to any form of change
The one facet favoured over others
removed, the soul’s disparate fractals
Taking comfort in the familiar
Asinine drones simply play their part
Worlds that shall never be seen
Bound by the hidden forces
Drastic choices must be engendered
Subservient to the dice-throw
The tutelage of the random man
Shards of lives-past thrown to the void
His divine dictates destroy the self
The winds of change, tempestuous
Culpability a tie no more
Still reliant on prescribed methods
Enshrine the goddess — idolatry
Defile the pious — apostasy
Worshiping the self
Treading the ways of madness
Forgotten — sense of purpose
Abide by thought and judgement
Question all; heed the options
Compliance, least resistance
Acceptance restrains the soul’s growth
Choose your worth, word given form
Reach godhood; walk the golden paths