Blood of the Titans

Born Kafkaesque, subjacent ad nauseam Subordinate subhumans, slaves of idleness Far beyond grotesque is the fear I possess To be possessed to be far less Than nothing at best Alas, chaos unlocks my essence's seal As one concedes to songs of soulless sirens Should we conquer the Universe, or kneel? Swallowing raisons d'être 'midst fading horizons? Relinquish all things superfluous Surrender to the serpent through us Seize pantheonic thrones in seditious diaspora From titan to demiurge, per aspera ad astra Through barren skies set ablaze, scream Echo throughout the mire of dreams Banish all fear and lust Fate's vassal, pray tell us Are we Sisyphus or Prometheus? Bless the winds with arias for the lost Accosting inclinations long mantled in frost Are we to court Infinity Caressing the pale lips of Time? 'Till pyrrhic hearts come to halt In stygian pantomimes? Or to hold hope in abeyance, Over the chasm of Orthodoxy? Deeming splendour delusions of grandeur And ceasing to yearn, to breathe To be? To all those of Vision unseen Enslaved in the absence of dreams Banish all fear and lust Fate's vessels, pray tell us Are we Sisyphus or Prometheus?