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Cast not thy pearls before the wretched swine

Their ignorance flourishes like grapes on the vine

It sits enthroned behind empty eyes

Dispensing judgement and spreading lies

Liminal - the space I occupy

As the world around me remains frozen in time

I see the masses relish being blind

Never to truly see, never to try

Every politician - all dark magicians

Will drown in the fire when the serpent has risen

Burn down the gates to the kingdom

Then slay the gatekeepers of old

And when the rulers try to reclaim their hold

They are crushed under obsidian flow

The philosopher's stone

The source of every realized

Individual soul

Who holds it inside

Those with ears to hear

Those with eyes to see

Blessed be, protected

With the blackened armour of God