No Control [POEM]

The Chariot

VII

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                     It all started out as Team Free Will

                     riding in the Impala... I don't know

                     how it ended up as something

                     straight out of S09...

                     I guess I have... no control ^w^

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╭          Bit of a Warning          ╮

Heavy Themes

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No Control

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ıllı Kiea ıllı

Artist

#PoemsByKyrie

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What is it that you desire?

Is it everlasting riches,

or the want to control situations

that kept spiraling out of control?

(I reached my hand towards you)

Ah, time is mankind's mortal foe,

one that prevents utopia

as much as it halts dystopia,

but for what reason, I do not know,

(Maybe it's my fault, I'm sorry)

And yet, this craving is still here,

the want— and the thirst— for control,

to seek out fate and crush it between

those dirty hands that bleeds no ichor,

(But somehow the blood isn't mine)

Aside from mortal desires,

there's this longing for bleakest sins,

of vices committed by the gods

that had once treaded the ancient earth,

(I always knew I was a sinner)

Although I still have to take rein

of the forces that surrounds me,

to take hold upon the wild chaos

released by the envious old stars,

(But why does it have to be you?)

But slowly, I am losing it,

this control, my own willpower,

I am slowly succumbing to the

trap of hubris laid down by evil,

(Why does it keep happening to me?)

Or maybe, it was left by the

progenitor of good himself?

Was it left there as some sort of trap

that would lead me to my utter fall?

(I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared)

Or is this truly a mad test

that was set to know my weakness?

So that they would judge me in a way

that's fair, good, and justifiable?

(I think I've gone far away from home)

Delusions— they're my delusions,

'tis not a test of good or bad,

this is already the punishment,

the untold, personal reckoning,

(No country roads to take me home)

It seems that I have lost the game

of maintaining order and peace,

and nonetheless, my mind told me so,

with voices foreign and quite unkind,

(The stars in my eyes had died out)

But, what if I was made to lose?

What if fate planned this to happen?

What if… I was made for anarchy

and ruin the hierophant's design?

(I could feel the freezing hell)

What if I was made so that I

would let lose the reins of control?

To distort the peace all around me

because it was all just fake, fake, fake!

(Please come back to me?)

This is a world of broken lies,

there is no such thing as control,

only ruin, destruction, chaos;

there is only lack of direction,

(I...)

No need for a charioteer,

only a guide— a flimsy one,

for I believe in a traitor's words

that there is simply no hope… no hope…

(...)

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