We Choose Our Master

By: Michael Rivera

We are the esoteric collusions,

secretly leading the lost with enigmatic allusions;

which preach the prophesie's context of myriad conclusion. 

We do this to counter all other syncopated illusions,

that smack an leave illicit contusions, 

all conspiring with devious delusions 

of grandeur's greed, we fight with our musical fusion.

So couterfeit all acts of selfish inhibition,

all marked and tarred with despondent cynicism;

just take some peace from our Infamous rendition,

of why we stay Unknown to socially-constructed cataclysms.

Give it no if, ands, or buts of our defiant diction,

its do or die, fall short of our own inescable pessimism. 

For the choice is yours to make everyday,

Which, like a lot of us, we decided to do or what to say.

Let us lead the blind and walk with the stray,

even though we see not the plans, but the narrow-ridgid way; 

we do this for each other, I solemnly pray.