R and R
The slights and slurs Persona heaps upon the earnest one,
who would escape from howling inner thugs, are cold
and venomous, assuring that a quest stays unbegun.
A 'butterfly' awakening to Grace, will be knocked cold,
The minions of the meaningless will swarm to clog the Soul,
the instrument by which we come to know ourselves as Whole.
" You can't get any deader than you are right now ". The Troll
who walks and squalks as us, is just a construct of control,
acquired since we reached the age of two. Unless we strive
to rise, we'll never know the reasons why we are alive.
And that my friends, should be the primal question of the age,
to learn the mysteries about our rapture, and our rage.