Ground zero of transgression Whether ironic distance is true subversion As it is carved in the structure Of the system being opposed Therefore the language of the scourge Should be instilled in further discourse The language of strife and hunger In a state of relentless panic Henceforth the struggle takes form Of an absolute order, a total institution The clandestine laws of the night Should be exposed in broad daylight Mocked by many Known by the few The arsonists of perpetual aporia Acknowledge the presence of a sinister side That reaches far and wide beneath the surface Acknowledge that there are aspects of self Only to be revealed in burning, blinding hatred The blades shall be sharpened Upon gravestones of "kind" hearted The measures shall be chosen For maximum impact upon illusion of safety The ordnance which will tear Into the heart of daydream Shall become the testament Of the hopeless quest of prelest prophets Acknowledge healthy confusion, the dirt behind the reverie Unearth madness and probe into the absurd Deconstruct with no promise of a restore pattern And become free through the truth of the prelest prophets