allegaeon
metaphobia
a disposition to turn blind eyes to atrocity juxtaposition of dissonance and apathy aging old ways are set aflame racing into a shallow grave placed in position to veer away from reality dismal abyssal and empty is this destiny deepening sleep that dreams for fear of waking into hell and reaping seeds that never bloom in dry compacted soil the channels open wherein fleets speed into newer worlds to lay out fresh foundations of ideas to grow and build upon thought channels open mastering emotion and control of impulse seeking wisdom cultivates the means to open the door that closes on fingers too weak to push and hold it ajar is the same that stands and separates the past from the future to come no use of wits but pounding fists to render bloody rotten pulp out of the hands that once commanded great respect from the folk who shape the lore the stories dying to be told of people greater than the cowards of times that went before the door stays closed the channels open wherein fleets speed into newer worlds to lay out fresh foundations of ideas to grow and build upon thought channels open mastering emotion and control of impulse seeking wisdom cultivates the means to open the door to open the door