Barbarian
Protestors
The
elements that fire emotionalism
The
savage, scratching in the mud and shrieking at the moon
Pretending
that reality’s a subjective fool
But life
has no temper, only its own High Noon
Rejection
of Reality’s the name of humanity’s graveyard
Strewn
with grave stones and epitaphs inch by yard
Obstinacy’s
the petulance that death loves
Refusing
to recognize that the sun doesn’t rise
There’s a
reckoning for subjective reckoning
It reigns
supreme and consequences aren’t a dream
Once the
emotion has subsided and the blood’s dried
Left is
Emptiness and withers all that arrogant pride
For the
Stand against Rational is denial of the Universe
The
inevitable consequential curse isn’t magical, it’s terse
Fools
believe that God play’s dice
Refusing
to use your mind is the price
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