True satisfaction in the love and lace
Deranged, the wit that drives the human race
Find it gone, a whimper, without trace
Paradigms lock up the true demand
Creation put on hold at time's command
Madness from the past preserved as sense
Destruction is the pall that we dispense
Driven by the past and paradigm
Hostage to the juggernaut of time
Man must learn to rouse and clear the way
For just that case, I've spent a life to say
In satisfying spinal fire we reign
Finally, to end the source of pain
Magnificent, we are, when we embrace
Our sentience and find that gentle grace
No more the need to wait until we die
In hopes for some relief there that we spy
Stand our ground and let the wind pass by
And find the satisfaction we desire
Yes, it's hidden in the spinal fire
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