Apotheosis Denied from Cerca Trova by Ezov

Circular gestures, actions of pride,
Woven scriptures, out of shallow thoughts and lies.
Aptitude of colliding words, split in two, now show thy worth.
Shredded skin, renounce thy new birth,
Smite thy ways, with only just one verse.

A blind belief, oh the visions of the strayed,
To bask in vanity, a lesson has been unmade.
Self-created anathema, your own scepter of doom.
It lightens your path with shadowy fortune.
A void of stagnation, self-made and profound,
Deeper and deeper, digging for the divine.
Enter the void, where wisdom comes to die.
Only dust for food, and piss for wine.

I bestow upon you, glory and strength, now take this blade, a token of mine and proof of my divinity. Now hold out your blade, weald it in blind faith, cut a way and fill it with my light, and I shall bestow upon you, everlasting glory and insights!

But the blade is chipped and warped, brandished by a meagre fool, wielded by trembling hands, alas he drops it to the ground.
Lacking in purpose, filled with inner doubt, hidden by a garment, garment of pride.
Elevated evocation, eternal knowledge denied,
Oh, the arrogance in this deed, your deed of pride.

Woven in shame, now clad in its light, the reflection cracks, uncovering your bare pride.
Stunned by a screaming whisper, a hexing promise of pride, reassuring your desideratum,
Sealed by a benevolent light.

Humility and wisdom, cast aside, substituted by, hubris and pride.
A credence arisen, through lessons not learned, the path towards the void is now assured.
Instilled by meagre words, shouted and screamed, unheard, unseen, yet instilled in, vain.

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