I awaken Turn epiphanies into tragedies Stay unshaken As the valleys and peaks Start to tremble and creak Bow Before the dirt starts falls Suspended by tension Taut between reason and Laws I ignore I implore you to abhor I am your reasoning, I am your faults I am coherence and dissonance making you whole Making you more than results All your gods Lay their weapons at my feet I'm the epitome of sweet misery (And antipathy) Cowed By a form wrought sublime Suspected dimensions Made impossible by design Maddening and byzantine I am a priori, I am the precedent I am the preference and precepts of all that's existent I AM MAGNIFICENCE All your gods Lay their weapons at my feet I'm the epitome of sweet misery All my gods All the weight they place on me I'm the epitome of antiquity I'm your tabula rasa On which you etch excuses