Disembodiment of Illusion, Awake for Alteration

Feigned by sense of empathy or dear innocence,

Strutting thyself out upon the veils of composure,

Maintaining your astronomical saint of righteousness,

Ignoring every shreds of sensibilities in particular,

While oblivious, conned by the envisioning of the so-called ABSOLUTE REALITY.

Entrapped within thy conscious, fret with disapproval,

Overview never dim from the painstaking heat, emerged from the sun of confidence within thyself,

Without once, considering about the credibility of the judgment made,

Singled-out the souls that encompassed your pathway to freedom,

Mixing the selfishness with a batter of so-called thing such as PRECISION.

Without a doubt, the sane decision were mould,

Taking into consideration what lingers within oneself weight of RIGHT and WRONG,

As such, relief being the factor that binds thyself to the oblivion of comfort,

Guiding the way with a proportional ounce of arrogance, known as CONFIDENCE,

That the surroundings were shredded as sheets of paper, crumpled into a ball of pettish reality.

Accountancy that duplicates within the cognitive noggin’, accumulated by the so-called PRECISE JUDGMENT,

Being the only shrouded illusion, illuminating within the clouds of arrogance,

Shimmering with sparkles of deeds, most of it were past stories,

As told by the limbs, without acknowledgement of SANITY versus ABSURDITY,

The vessel only carries out its routine duties of composure, eventually losing grip of what the body know as TRUE while the others identify as FALLACIES.

Varied from thyself vessel of subconscious, it’s people perception that shapes the eternity,

The sky’s the limit of imagination, but within the head there’s height boundary for painstaking decision,

Something that pierces another soul’s existence, without a doubt hindering what they wanted to leap forward to,

Megalomaniac as they seems, things may perceive as versa as they seemed to be,

Concurrently sublimates in the dilute solution of thought, before dripping into the containers of LOGIC mind.

As the messiah of humanity, we bear a responsibility to THINK properly,

Without affecting the souls of the living, encasing them with discrimination as such,

As things may be faulty at first, but the wheel of the world will revolve back and haunt yourself,

Avoiding absurdity with a stone’s throw of disillusion, shedding negativity with the proper channel of envisioning,

So it’s time to stop complaining about other’s mistakes, while the core affecting it may just be YOURSELF.

p/s: I wrote this to express my ANGER!!!