Alas! I awoke from within
shackles of veracity
laid
on my charge
by the structured
autocrats of knowledge.
I ended the road
fought by women:
in child-birth
from within
the confines of
an abnormal cell.
I felt the purity
in release
as the experience
oozed gradually
away
from the cerebellum.
I encountered greatness
as the dove descended
with the impartialities -
levied by him who's without empathy.
Now! The world is mine -
for I stand on the void
as the navigator
to recreate those experiences,
and to lambaste in 'yester-years' pity
with precision of unbounded recurrence
But I fought like a Job
in the Old Testament -
a system that's contrived to oppress
and in my profound ignorance
I learnt all tabled mannerisms
but,
but, I will not execute my
tailored rages
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