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"ILLUMINATI TESLA AUTOMATON" or "FROM MAN TO AUTOMATON" by Automatic.

One day, through the window of his mind's inner eye,
He will dive in and fight the final fight.
But, it won’t be a game for the lighthearted thrill-seekers
It will be an indulgence for the truly battle-worn.
The tested soldier is what this is about.
For If the ideas were supposed to stick in a man’s mind;
If a man was to make his way back to mankind
From the fatal fire of the Kantian Understanding,
Then he would have to dredge up courage from a sticking place
Sheer, shameless bravado amplified by reckless ambition
For one knows what one is doing is not certain,
But the uncertainty seduces like an ephemeral haze
Of dangerous red fire, burning and lighting
The pretty maidens but sometimes murderous sirens
But give him fire and flame if it’s all the same,
For a life of sweet safety is nothing but a boring game
He is possessor of that romantic lover’ pain
That puts all other livers and lovers to shame
For safety in thought, is boredom in kind
An unadventurous fear which cripples the mind.
The peaceful fools, loving foolish pleasures
While Plato beckons they loosen their mental binds
Where he is going, he doesn’t need any roads,
For they go to infinity, where all roads curve and close
Flying through his mental wonderland,
There’s no single frosted path less traveled by
For, he is the lone wanderer going through
And he is the lone wonderer, through and true
Now the paths to the past are alive for him to sojourn
As he imbibes on the sacred Beatles' juice
For him, nothing will ever be the same again.
Now he sees the electric Bayesian and Elysian fields
And he's now going to a place where nothing is yet real.
One of those ancient places where ghosts of children stay
And sing the songs of yesteryear
He’s the rhyme-catcher, watching them say
Rain, rain, come again
Come again, another day
And wash the streaking tears away.
Because it’s time to go, no time for play.
For death is the old way, but old ways die hard.
So, he leaps from the Understanding’s steep mountain top
Into the deep sea, foamy, quantum unconsciousness.
He’s no longer with us, he’s now with them.
He's floating in the static thought potion
In a standstill wave where there is no motion
He breathes in the Understanding's secret notion,
The secrets are whispered in ear, that all is emotion
And all that he touches, and all that he can see
Has already happened, and the future is now ready
Now is the right time, now is the planned hour
For he wields the Promethean Tesla power
His dreams are now as life, come to fruition and being.
In his eidetic mind, he’s a liver of lives.
His neurons have him crowned King of Vision, Lord of Dreams.
With them he animates avatars into incandescent life.
The memory wheel sparks with a perpetuated motion
Never ever to be stopped in time as notion
Spinning faster and faster, at an ungodly pace
Powering his run in the eternal spirit race
For whom the winners are Dimensionality, Time, and Space.
And to see him, you just have to look in the first place.
For no matter how old he becomes, his mind is fine,
And as long as the wheel keeps spinning
HIS MIND IS MINE!!!