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Submission
04:59
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Submission:
Freedom of self-consciousness
Resplendent liberty of volition
A glorious Might withheld
A reticent superiority
Pillars standing in endless line
The seeming contours of authority
Devoured slowly from below
Unshaken but forced to bow?
No submission but complacence
No retreat but acquiescence
No defeat but acceptance
No restraint but deference
Giving in proudly
Sovereign determination
Will| of the ruled
Am I set free to rebel?
Please, teach me subservience
Command to wish, force to want
Freedom from self-consciousness
Let me crawl around your feet
Please, allow me to preach
A panegyric of resignation
The order of rebellion
Revolts bound to fail
No restraint but deference
No retreat but acquiescence
No defeat but acceptance
No submission but complacence
The highest order of subjugation
The ultimate disobedience
A shattered will unchained
The paramount loss of defiance
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March
03:48
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March:
Remnants of omnipotence
The liberty of enslavement
Oh, the memory of joyous
infallibility
Recollections of a fallen tyrant
The anger of incapacity
Ashamed not of past deeds
But of losing grasp
I had it all,
I owned them
Forcing forward,
Evoking fear
How I miss them,
My crawlers
Beloved servants:
The pitiful
Scattered pillars,
Trembling ground
World upside down
Now chased through
And hounded
Through a fallen
Old empire
Triumphantly
Marching ‘round
Regaining might?
Reclaiming all
No one left to
Persecute
No one left here,
But a tyrant
Self-suppressing,
Autarch,
Tyrannical,
Triumphant march
I had it all
I owned them
Forcing forward
Evoking fear
How I miss them
My crawlers
Beloved servants:
The pitiful
Scattered pillars
Trembling ground
Deprived of might
World upside down
Now chased through
And hounded
Through a fallen
Old empire
Tyrant of the mind
Tyrant of the self
I had it all
I owned them
Forcing forward
Evoking fear
How I miss them
My crawlers
Beloved servants:
The pitiful
Scattered pillars
Trembling ground
Deprived of might
World upside down
Now chased through
And hounded
Through a fallen
Old empire
Tyrant of the mind
Tyrant of the self
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Dawning
06:12
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Dawning:
(1. The tide below)
So,
the fog of war is a veil that reveals
The true terrain of the battlefield
The smoke of ignorance sharpens
The senses of bloodblinded soldiers
Veterans of hopeless struggles
We all are
Monuments of senseless massacre
We were urged to become
Heroism and survival
Survival or heroism
From the depth of the trenches
The contours are blurred by mud
(2. The tyrant above)
Yet,
from the heights of the land
The surveying gaze of a mapping mind
Freezes the act, suspends tragedy
To ignore and deny self-preservation
A most tyrannical joy it is
Overseeing the yearn for triumph
Commanding irresistibly
Feeling involved and detached
At the peak of carnage
Loss is reasonable
Defeat is just seeming
As superiority remains entrenched
(3. The godly perspective)
Alas,
a new battlefield is dawning upon them
With an enthralling sight around
Uniting foes, joining forces over the front
Content with seeing them all perished
A new battlefield is dawning,
None is ever conquered
None is ever abandoned
Commanding is its soil
A most tyrannical joy it is
Contemplating the dawning
Feeling detached and involved
Summoning feuds anew
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4. |
Hiero's lament
05:20
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