Eclectic in an Electric Age

In my teary eyed state
We are all but threads
Mojo, my eight legged friend
Weaves consciousness in
And never complains again
Molten with depth and farseeing
So real it grips from riot suits
Roaming life as a bar-scene
The gift is never given to the fools
Because weapons are social tools
Allure is the god of the goblins
Worldly views with obsolete fury
Pandemonium's guidelines, chaos with rules
Like a freight-train bearing down
Over fall painted leaves, winter bound
We all face a trespassers hallowed ground
Bring me the sky and a sliver of the moon
Make me feel the buzzard’s remorse
Panic makes my spirit in vessel move
Emotions a fickle iced lake
Of brilliance and a heathen's chagrin
Tiptoeing until it breaks
Splashing franticly in dismay
A bedlam of bewilderment
The last straw that broke the back
Life is a lottery with epic stakes
And everyone is humiliated direct to face
Unless you’re the lucky few that catches the breaks
No more cheap sleight of hand tricks
Or lack luster disappearing ace and joker cards
Just gritty gunslinger poker tables
With bounties on solace
So don't switch your whip
Ignite the spliff, invite the night
Illuminate defiance, incite the riot
Eliminate the giants, Illuminati over science
Crusades are violent, excite the mindless
To stop the wilding out, it’s a drag on as quick as a cell
A rally of understanding from ignorant shells
So squat at shrines singing Psalms
To bring Seraphim to stop Siren songs
Sans the sands in sea serpent scenes
With a velocity in venom and a ferocity unsplintered
This is an incredible intelligence intervention
Slang still shamed now I'm a sober sage
A slave to the game, eclectic in an electric age
Of modern surrealism and misplaced rage