Dilusional

On the descent of a being of brokenness,
Blind to all that presents truth,
Above his majestic creations, earth, sun, vast unending glory,
Damned to the empty shell of self,
The others, they thrive while they collect hides and heads,
Trophies of their time,
All the while ignorant to the beauty of the end,
The overwhelming infinity of god's lament,
Grandeur is the scheme for man can only rule his ground,
To venture aside, watch life in it's instant,
And stumble upon the profound,
This is what it means to exist,
Not your gluttonous desire,
For all things are emptiness,
If the wheel of the system will never cease,
Forever trapped in our lives,
No sign of release,
External, the vessel, temporary,
Fragile to house the eternal soul,
We all can see through you and the lies that you hold,
Unending the cycle.