Hope in Hell, Despair in Dominion

With a heartfelt glance cast aside
It sees what lays beneath
Eyes gaped wide
It shudders and mutters
Shakes and guffaws
Sees all the people
Reduced to whores
He burns his arm
He cuts his wrist
Not least expecting
The final twist

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What fell before
Shall rise again
Yet not in this form
Not that of 'men

Focus

To the edges of space and reason,

From the centre of the without,

Thought is formed.

The act of creation starts, again.

Guided by forces that attract and repel,

The universal mind sifts,

Absorbing, secreting.

A net of light and dark behind.

Wholly divided, paradoxes are realised,

Both states become true, false,

The unreal world actuated.

Past and future, eternally now.

From whence and to could escape be?

Oblivion, that agnostic victory of selfless nullification?

Unity, a fulfilling totality of ultimate cohesion?

The freedom to move to both states.

Bringing the realisation that total freedom leaves the desire for restraint.

Duality then, the pre-realised school of thought that every entity has it's opposite.

Face the nemesis of the self.
Embrace.