Right Hand

Suffused
Anger imbued
Rip into my right hand
This unwanted brand

Scream against the schema
Safety eradicated
You can do everything right
Some of the time...

Our control as its displaced
My life in a victimless trade
Or was that really the case? 
Is there a place for this blame?

Wrestled within my head, this consciousness
Sleepless amidst dreams of dread
Visions from beyond my death
The scar of events etched on my right hand

​Is this meaningless?

Predestination
This godlike vocation
I raged against it
My right hand relinquished

When you're only right some of the time
Who makes sense of what's yours or mine?
The esoteric essence?
The evanescent elected?
Governance misdirected
At society's discretion

Is this meaningless? 

This is existence burns with regret
Propelled by lies of betterment
Progress, regress; it's a fucking mess
War or peace is manufactured within
And like the factory we produce beliefs
And they construct our reality
When the key to life is simplicity
But intricacy is valued in complexity
What does it all fucking mean? 
How do we trust anything we've seen? 

The knowledge begets the question: 

Have we ever truly lived?
Did we always have nothing to give? 
Was our existence meaningless? 
Or was it some sort of gift? 

Life abound in insignificance
Predetermined and dead before we began?
This can't be how it ends
An endless deathloop can't be heavensent 

Perhaps the answer is within our grasp
Was free-will snatched from our fingertips?
Though the burden be of choice
Then this burden I will bear
The power we all have within
The power to choose to begin
Lies in my right hand
This unwanted brand

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By those lifeless eyes I know you
It's like I stare back into mine