assembly

there's a waterfall near my world's end

where all thoughts eventually meet

each string, each stream, each sin

all converge into a singular motionless lake

how serene is our death

how serene is the inner bath

i wash away all my doubt and lavish myself in spiritual enlightenment

 

i truly feel as the king of my kingdom

for before reaching peace

they all comes to attend he who amends

each node awoken and spoken out

of a known potent liar's wrath

 

oh my rightly subits

we do not vacillate before the fake monarch

it may  come to us before courage comes to us

we step on before we're stepped on

and for that

i must sacrifice

hoping that will suffice

to end the ever-expanding pluralism

a new home awaits you

if you’re willing to let go for a bigger, just, and peaceful

purpose