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Confined within an archaic shell One not offering protection It is the epitome of imprisonment No heed taken to the ever cracking facade Slowly collapsing Unable, or unwilling to seize the truth Apathy; the only foe Blinded by antiquated ideals Relics of a naive age Lured by self-created prophecies Feeble addicts to the euphoria of self-importance Revelling in myopic fantasies Righteous, yet without a throne Deaf to the inherent calling An ignored motivation not acted upon Primitive minds will forever be distracted by primitive needs Eternally the walking dormant Symbols of the devolution process Transcendence for the taking, The implements of change await those who look Yet no hand will rise for the grail The worn path will continue to be trodden By the week generic horde A procession of the lost, blind and frail Becoming the pallbearers of their own condemned future From Letras Mania