Patterns

The pattern keeps rejecting me
And questions all my motives
Father will you recon these
Atrocious points and votives?

You'll never guess what I've discovered
When you tried to block it out
The road to truth is often traveled
By the ones who always doubt

And so it seems, you must admit
Illusions ran their course
A childish leap and faith is stripped
From all-consuming force

You exile all your assets and
You reign with thought of fear
Entitled to no more than dust
You make us disappear

No one here will settle now
For less than absolute
Reminded by the rattle
And dissolved in servitude

And you won't belittle
Once we reached our goals and dreams
The human mind's not brittle
And much quicker than it seems

So (so) I shall rise (I shall rise)
To task and observation (to task and observation)
And find the device
Of class and liberation (of class and liberation)

The structures keep eluding me
Yet I will still uphold
A firm belief in dystopy
The battles of the old

You've been allowed to linger here
For what I cannot know
Once freed and not enticed our sphere
Shall cast the final blow

No one here will ever turn
From battle and dispute
Impious to the core we rise
Then take and distribute

We reach agreements where they're needed
Or die within the truth
And compromise the lies you've tried
To spread despite our proof

Headless in our struggle
To appoint the righteous phrase
Cite us now your elegy
And spite shall be your praise

Devoted lies and forgery
Dethroned by iron spear
Hybris bound
By tidal drought
Once paradise is near