A Realm without Argument

Here is this place with but rules for violence Born into sin by mere means mortal allowance The system once again yields its famous old harvest Of great men, giants, making bold-open statements When your cock is sucked off right no need for movements Existentialism knocks your religion off the cart You become a man made thing and your friend a thought Of monks lost upon the beaches of stormy shores Lightning crashes upon wisps of wind and foaming waves Long boats line up like centipedes upon the chaff Of the Northmen who know their craft For faith of talk, philosophy and solid argument Lie empty in nights lost to lack of performance A sharp skill and much gold for its luster It is all too good to put your power into practice To watch the world melt, all the numbers you muster Though I watch you from within the mirror I'm eyeing I miss to tell you of the prowess of your engineering For new knowledge always lies this side from hearing And empty bold statements, that side from dying.

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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