Symbolism and rhetoric abound at this time.
This is the perception of other sight,
Cultural cargo cults in the modern world.
It's told that those who commune with the Universe will surely die.
It's an difficult habit to quit.
To be rid of it I believe the heart must be healed.
The suggestions others make are irrelevant.
How can I deny my experience,
My part in crimes untold.
Rather than embrace confidence

I will till my dieing day be condemmed

Like a bad one who was once young,
Who now in disgrace falters at the gates of hell

Unable to know the place made for me as if I am saved.
In your dark hours both spleen and spine will be denyed you.
Toxic abandon will plague you.
In cells and in triumph,
Not knowing the truth you will still ask who I am.