Biting the hand that feeds you

The depravation of the human race
Is nothing
But a pale contrast to the genome of sin
Drowning in a pool of toxicity

Triviality's screams stifle logic's pensiveness
Writhing in its barren cage
Practicality takes its last breath before the end
And all that sense feels is nothing

Nothing

Do you not yet know the devil within
Unleashing itself from the perceptions you seek
Even find refuge in

Behold

For what you have been warned against
Has come in full force
Armed with a faithless weapon you do not yet believe

Threats
Consequences
Lies
Exaggerations
All float interchangeably
Through the membrane of dream and reality
For who can tell them apart
Infinitely joined in melodious harmony

Like a weak-bodied plant against a pole
The sweet comfort of support
Bracing itself against my spine
Is but my only defence

And defend it shall
For I promise you
The sharp blade of truth shall cut you down
Shall sting, Shall hurt, Shall burn