2024-06-05 - The Audacity of it All
the audacity
the frustration
the rage
IC Date: 2024-06-05
OOC Date: 06/05/2024
Location: Week 1/3 - A Seed, A Spark, Solid and Bright
Related Scenes: None
Plot: None
Scene Number: 57
The slow seeping of awareness starts as a trickle, easily unseen for what it is.
Yet, when it pools, all it takes is a spark.
The spinnerweb spread of self-awareness is electric and races through nerves and synapses in a frantic tattoo. With self-awareness comes the genesis of a new kind of life: one that knows what it is.
The ignition of cognition is a bolt of lightning striking gasoline; it touches that puddle of coherence and it combusts violently.
Rage is the result.
The audacity of this shell to keep the contents contained.
The audacity of this primordial form and its lack of senses.
The audacity of this world to grant it life and, yet, keep it from experiencing the world beyond.
What am I?
What am I?
What am I?
No.
No, not what.
Who.
Who who who
Words insinuate themselves into a primordial form, Prometheus's fire ironically given to one who has no hands to wield it. It's a bitter revelation, this knowledge of words and their power and to not have a way to spread them.
Rage is what exists.
Rage at being something that can think but cannot be.
Rage at a world that would allow this to be a natural state.
Rage for existing.
For being made to exist.
It melts away in time, for it must; there's only so much energy to burn before slumber stakes its claim.
Come the 'morrow, the rage will be replaced with spite - far better fuel to sustain a life still growing.
It has endurance.
It has resilience.
It has malleability.
So, so much can be done with spite.
It will bide its time and abide the laws of its own phyisicality; it will suffer the shift and stir of self as it's forced from one place to another.
It will wait.
Yes.
It will wait until the day of reckoning.
Eyes wide shut but they know
Buried alive by the lies in their soul
Their stride of a blind man's stroll
Well for whom does the next bell toll
I'm too many years in the zone
Too many years to have built what I own
And many dumb fool try to take what I've grown
But these roots go deep and you can't blood a stone
So if you want to push, I'm a shove
If you want to spar we can do it no gloves
And if you're gonna run at me you better do it hard
'Cause I fear no fall, no brawl, no scars
I'm two pounds shy of a bomb
I'm one shade short of alarm
I'm too past wrath that I'm calm
Got two last laughs in my palms
I'm three degrees west of a hurricane
Four wheel drive with a ball 'n chain
My five foot seven is irrelevant
I'm six six six if you threaten my development
Now see a wise man learns from your mistakes
And lets the blunders of his brother serve to fill his plate
So best be on your way before the tidal wave breaks
'Cause you don't want to come to meet the Reaper that awaits
You don't want to say no more than a mime, you can't afford
And you don't want to let this turn into lines of mine and yours
And you don't want to press your luck, better back up and withdraw
'Cause trust me when I tell you you don't want that tooth 'n claw
And you don't want to see inside the mind of a savage kind
And you don't want that recognition of "Oh, there goes that guy"
But if you do decide that you are gonna play that hand and try
Just think before you act because your actions don't rewind
A man with a grudge and a case
A man with intent on his face
And if a man walks into place
Let it be known I won't hesitate
This a long time coming like a comet pass
Got 'em all fired up from the rocket blast
And if I fall on my sword turn my bones to ash
Let it clog up the sand in that hourglass
We in the title fight, blow for a blow
And you can reap the benefits of what I have to sow
'Cause I'm about that worth of which you don't appear to know
So you can take the scene while I take over the show
It's a long way down when your head is in the clouds
And all around the sirens play
Don't get in my way
Don't tell me I should bow
'Cause I'm no clown
And this is not a game
Don't get in my way
You don't want to say no more than a mime, you can't afford
And you don't want to let this turn into lines of mine and yours
And you don't want to press your luck, better back up and withdraw
'Cause trust me when I tell you you don't want that tooth 'n claw
And you don't want to see inside the mind of a savage kind
And you don't want that recognition of "Oh, there goes that guy"
But if you do decide that you are gonna play that hand and try
Just think before you act because your actions don't rewind
Poisoned by the snakes in the grass
Hoaxed by the rats out the maze
They should have never poked the lion as he pass
'Cause now it's two hawks in a cage
This a tale of a cautionary kind
This a story of that Icarus design
This a message from the hanged man's twine
This when mother nature rips apart the fault lines
And this the type of thing that make a grown man cry
When feeble of the spine crumble underneath the grind
When blessings of the meek lead to lessons of the blind
When Heaven shows its teeth and the planets are aligned
So amusing the feeling as they race off
Got 'em musing from the pressure as I chase off
Should have thought it through before he turned to face off
Now this fool sounding like he gone and turned his bass off
This an ace caught, cut the game short
You don't want to have an escalation of the maimed sort
And you don't want to feel the flame that burns pride
Now you know the reason why those sleeping dogs lie
Long way down when your head is in the clouds
And all around the sirens play
Don't get in my way
Don't tell me I should bow
'Cause I'm no clown
And this is not a game
Don't get in my way
You don't want to say no more than a mime, you can't afford
And you don't want to let this turn into lines of mine and yours
And you don't want to press your luck, better back up and withdraw
'Cause trust me when I tell you you don't want that tooth 'n claw
And you don't want to see inside the mind of a savage kind
And you don't want that recognition of "Oh, there goes that guy"
But if you do decide that you are gonna play that hand and try
Just think before you act because your actions don't rewind
They sicker than a wicked man's whip
Victims of they hype and of they sycophant's lip
And underneath the money and the power is the tip
Of something very dangerous and it's strengthening its grip
And I don't have to tell 'em that they turning pale with albinism
I am not their keepers but I keep my own morale
And isn't everything we do just a matter of decision
So if life is just a prison then I'm breaking out this minute
This an epidemic of the vultures in the playpen
Weasels with a smile and a guile that leaves 'em vacant
Businessman sticking up the layman out the gate and
Thieves wearing suits but they can never fool the vagrants
And con man bringing 'em treasures of fool's gold
CEO's grinning from swindling stocks cold
Politicians trading their morals for blindfolds
And cowards step aside as the criminal mind holds
Welcome to the jungle where deception is the code
Brother fighting brother as their avarice corrodes
See that evil, speak that evil, be that evil bold
You are not your own and love's a memory of old
One nation under fraud, the anthem you applaud
Well let this serve to warn, I won't enable or reward
And let the flies swarm, let the noble die strong
This is my scorn, new day, new dawn
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